Redneck Shit

Ass-less chaps and camo caps Patron 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 shit It ain't got no quit Grab a plate of that good homemade Tater salad and some fried catfish This is redneck shit 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 shit A lot of cast iron grit Like the kind you find in an old Dutch oven Loving every finger licking bit This is redneck shit 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 shit I'm talking white trash rich Looking cool in the above ground pool Didn't fool with any work permit Cause this is redneck shit Everybody get lit Run and hide or we can take it outside And we'll show you all about it This redneck (Shit)