I've been painting fences
Somewhere outside of town,
Slappin' whitewash on the flatboards,
And doin' a little foolin' around.

The community said that we
Needed to pitch in, to help our little town,
It's funny that I don't see anyone else,
When I take a look around.

Where's Billy Joe and Bubba?
Where's Willie, Whitey, and Sue?
I can't even believe that they could think,
That I've got nothin' better to do.

I'll bet they're out on the speedboat,
Drinkin' cold beer in the hot afternoon sun,
I can see Daisy on the water skis,
Flyin' by and havin' fun.

It don't take much in Georgia,
To pass away the time.
Give me a lazy Sunday afternoon,
And, brother, I'll be just fine.

So I'm paintin' up a storm,
In the heat of middle June,
You'd think I was havin' a real good time,
Cause' I'm also hummin' a tune.

I guess maybe you can see,
That it just don't matter to me,
Cause when I'm kickin' around,
It'll likely be in my hometown.

Do me a favor though, would'ya?
If you pass down by the lake,
Tell Whitey to come and get me,
Cause' I'm lookin' to take a break.

If not... then I'll be painting fences,
Somewhere outside of town,
Slappin' whitewash on the flatboards,
Or, otherwise, just foolin' around.