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Stuck Again Written by: Bill Hail / Dave Younger / Hank Grant / Mark Dreyer We’d had about three weeks of rain When suddenly I got this pain, To get my 4-wheel drive, out in the mud. Now me and Tim had tipped a few, Of that fermented stuff called brew. I said Tim, get out and lock them hubs. There we were in the middle of the night, Slinging mud left and right, Drinking beer and having so much fun, When all at once, we heard a thud. There we were belly deep in mud. We crawled out to see what we had done, (CHORUS) We’re Stuck again, Stuck again Havin so much fun, it ought to be a sin. I called Hello Monty, I need your truck You got that right, me and Tim are stuck So help us Monty, we’re stuck again. My wife said honey, it’s a cinch as much as your stuck, you need a winch I’m gonna buy you one, for your anniversary So she bought me one, of those fancy jobs, Silver cable, and all chrome knobs. It was the prettiest thing I had ever seen. Then one night, at half past ten There we were, me and Tim, Drinking beer and having ourselves a ball, I don’t believe our dang luck, It wasn’t long, till we were stuck My winch was home against the bedroom wall. (Chorus) So we put the winch, on the front of my truck There’s no way, that we can get stuck We’ll just winch out from the nearest tree. Between our legs, was a can of Bud. When we finally got out to the mud Tim said, man this is the place to be. It was Teflon slick and belly deep, Out in among it, we did creep to all those people watching, we did astound But it didn’t take long, we couldn’t budge, Tim crawled out there, in the mud. He hollered Hank, there ain’t no trees around (Chorus) We’re Stuck again, Stuck again Havin so much fun, it ought to be a sin. I called Hello Monty, I need your truck You got that right, me and Tim are stuck So help us Monty, we’re stuck again. Stuck again, Stuck again, Stuck again,,,,, Help us Monty, We’re Stuck again,,, ayyyeeeeeee. |