That hot old summer sunWill make you beg for your next breathSo you best be on the creek bankLaid in the shadeChewing on a hickory twigPast that bottle I'll have me a swigI ain't got a lotBut I think I got it madeIn the shadeI'm just laid up hereIn a country state of mindCan't get out of my mindCan't get out of my mindCatching these fishLike they're going out of styleDrinking this homemade wineHey, if the sun don't come up tomorrowPeople ought to have had a good timeI'm just laid up hereIn a country state of mindI bet the old man's in the kitchenHe's got my countryAnd a ton of music on his radioAll drinking his beerAnd dialing up the request lineHey, my mama and old Aunt JoanThey're probably in the dining roomTrying to use the phoneMe, I'm thinking about that girlAnd later tonightI'm just laid up hereIn a country state of mindYeah, I'm catching these fishLike they're going out of styleI'm sipping that homemade wineAnd if the sun don't come up tomorrowLordy people, I've had a good timeI'm just laid up hereIn a country state of mindYou know the rednecks and the preppiesThey're in their discos and honky-tonksOh, somewhere betweenRaisin' hell and amazing graceLord, I know just how they feelYou gotta get out and kick up your heelsAin't it great to be living in the U.S.A.?Yeah, I'm laid up hereIn a country state of mindYeah, I'm catching these fishLike they're going out of styleDrinking this homemade wineAnd if the sun don't shine tomorrowLordy people, I've had a good timeI'm just laid up hereIn a country state of mindYeah, I'm laid up hereIn a country state of mind