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Redneck way of life

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'Cause I'm a Dixie flag waving in the bed of my truck
Screaming Country Boy Can Survive (Yes sir)
Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots
My whiskey cup full of southern pride (That's right)
Born and raised in the woods, always smoking on bud
Hard for everything I got
I keep some twang in my soul, and a mouth full of Skoal
'Cause it's the redneck way of life (That's right)

Robert E. Lee sleeping in my family tree without a hammock
That's why my middle name is Edward just like all my cousins damn it
I was country before country was some clothes in a closet
Living on a chicken farm, making Kool Aid up out of the faucet
And daddy jammed Hank and mama Farrah Fawcett
I was handling roosters when I was shitting in diapers
And I don't care about how you roll in them rocking mud tires
I drive through the creek in a fucking van that I hotwired
Dirty dirty baby I'm your daddy's nightmare with an attitude
I'm rolling up in thunderstorms and blaring 90s country tunes
And she can settle for a burger and grape snow cone
But she wanna run from the cops and smoke on that ganja
'Cause I'm a Dixie flag waving in the bed of my truck
Screaming Country Boy Can Survive (Yes sir)
Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots
My whiskey cup full of southern pride (That's right)
Born and raised in the woods, always smoking on bud
Hard for everything I got
I keep some twang in my soul, and a mouth full of Skoal
'Cause it's the redneck way of life (That's right)

[?] honkey ass savages (That's right)
Real redneck heater from the south, I stay packing (Ha!)
White trash, uppercutting, throwing jabs at 'em
Seeing faces in my camo, I'm starting to follow patterns
Motherfucker I was born in the woods, that's all I know (Yeah)
John Deere Cadillac running them back hoes
Fighting chickens in the booger, bottom on bar crow (Ha!)
Cutting pigs, popping squirrels, and flipping 'em cane poles
Skinning dear out of [?] 'cause I'm still,
The same old country motherfucker who brings the pain (That's right)
And all I need, I keep it tight, deep down in my soul
Sometimes we let it blow on them back roads, you hear me now

'Cause I'm a Dixie flag waving in the bed of my truck
Screaming Country Boy Can Survive (Yes sir)
Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots
My whiskey cup full of southern pride (That's right)
Born and raised in the woods, always smoking on bud
Hard for everything I got
I keep some twang in my soul, and a mouth full of Skoal
'Cause it's the redneck way of life (That's right)