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(Verse 1)
Well, down in Kentucky where the hills roll high,
There's a bridge that's known to reach up to the sky.
Pope Lick's the name, and it's steeped in fear,
But there's a cornhole king who holds court there.

(Chorus)
He's the Cornhole King of Pope Lick Bridge,
Throwing bags across that old iron ridge.
Folks come from miles just to see him play,
But they turn back when they see the way he slays.

(Verse 2)
He’s got a stance like a mountain strong and tall,
Tosses that bag with a southern drawl.
Some say he learned from his grandpa's hand,
Others claim he’s got a grip like a mountain man.

(Chorus)
He's the Cornhole King of Pope Lick Bridge,
Throwing bags across that old iron ridge.
Folks come from miles just to see him play,
But they turn back when they see the way he slays.

(Bridge)
They say there's a beast that guards the line,
Half-man, half-goat, up the bridge he climbs.
But the Cornhole King, he don't show no fear,
He just tosses that bag, like it's the old goats rear.

(Verse 3)
He’s got a legend that runs through the town,
They say he never lost, never backed down.
You can hear the whispers as the sun goes down,
About the cornhole king and his bag of grounds.



(Outro)
So if you’re ever down by the Pope Lick Bridge,
And you hear that bag hit like a hammer's edge,
Just remember the legend and the song they sing,
About the Cornhole King, the Cornhole King.