A**-less chaps
and camo caps
Patrón in a pickle jar
Flinging mud
and slinging Bud
In a makeshift
backyard bar
Family tradition
and friendly friction
We get a little loud
It's who we are
and what we do
And damned if
we ain't proud
This is redneck s***
It ain't got no quit
Grab a plate of that
good homemade
Tater salad and
some fried catfish
This is redneck s***
Mama's gonna get lit
Run and hide, or
we can take it outside
And we'll show
you all about it
This redneck
Swimming in the creek
and standing in the rain
Saving our souls by
saying His name
Give you my word,
take it to the bank
Fire up the truck,
crank up the Hank
This blue-collar dollar
still getting it done
We holler up the holler
by shooting our guns
It ain't right,
but we sure have fun
Raising hell, I'm
telling you son
This is redneck s***
A lot of cast-iron grit
Like the kind you find
in an old Dutch oven
Loving every
finger-licking bit
This is redneck s***
Mama's gonna get lit
Run and hide, or we
can take it outside
And we'll show
you all about it
This redneck
Country
Where the eagle flies
across American skies
Where I live and die
to keep the name alive
This is redneck pride
And it's something that
you just can't hide,
guitar
This is redneck s***
I'm talking
white-trash rich
Looking cool in the
above-ground pool
Didn't fool with
any work permit
'Cause this is
redneck s***
Everybody get lit
Run and hide, or we
can take it outside
And we'll show
you all about it
This redneck
S***