I'm tough as nails
And strong as a shit smell
I may be pale
But sonny, I've burned in hell
I beat my chest
To let out a call of the wild
My music may sound depressed
Well, I'm anything but mild
I'll beat you down in
Ten seconds flat
Mano a mano
With a baseball bat
Ain't no wussy folk singer here
Don't mess with me
Don't even try
I'd like to make this very clear
I'm really a very
Tough guy
Tough guy
Tough guy
I'm not like most folkies you'll find
I think that that is evident
'Cause most folkies are much too kind
And prone to useless sentiment
Oh sure, they'll search for their soul
But will they ever find their spine?
If you turn a shoulder that's cold
You can watch 'em break down cryin'
There there
My little one
I'm pleased to say
Your ass is done
Ain't no wussy folk singer here
Don't mess with me
Don't even try
I'd like to make this very clear
I'm really a very
Tough guy
Tough guy
Tough guy
So what's it gonna be?
You gonna step to me
Or what?
Or what?
I thought so
Women, they like my songs
'Cause they think I really care
And I'm not gonna say they're wrong
Especially if they've got blonde hair
Now I'm not tryin' to be too slick
It's not like this is all a ploy
'Cause you can't really score a chick
Just by bein' a folk-singin' boy
You gotta show her
That you're a man
Who gets things done
As much as he can
Ain't no wussy folk singer here
Don't mess with me
Don't even try
I'd like to make this very clear
I'm really a very
Tough guy
Tough guy
Tough guy
Tough guy
Tough guy
Tough guy