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I got my favorite white cotton muscle shirt on: I'm gonna sit around and drink all day long. In my plastic pool, that I bought from the Walmart. 'Cause it's Sunday afternoon and it's time for the race: I'm waitin' for Junior to take first place, But number thirty will always be in my heart. Ain't that just like a redneck? Just like a redneck? Don't you wish you could be one too? Trade in your white collar for workin' man blues. Every Saturday night, we get as rowdy as we can get, Just like a redneck. Just like a redneck. Well, I love the Lord and my four-by-four, My two kids, who could ask for more? I got a tattoo on my arm dedicated to my wife: She wears a little short shirt, like Shania Twain. She went out and got herself a belly-button ring: An' man, she looks good, I love my life. Ain't that just like a redneck? Just like a redneck? Don't you wish you could be one too? Trade in your white collar for workin' man blues. Every Saturday night, we get as rowdy as we can get, Just like a redneck. Just like a redneck. I've been waitin' for the mullet to come back in style: It's just about time, I've been waitin' a while. Ol' Billy Ray Cyrus ain't got a thing on me. I got an old Trans Am, I like to drive fast, An' I'm proud to fly my American flag, In the U S of A, where at least I know I'm free, yeah. Ain't that just like a redneck? Just like a redneck? Don't you wish you could be one too? Trade in your white collar for workin' man blues. Every Saturday night, we get as rowdy as we can get, Just like a redneck. Just like a redneck. Just like a redneck. Just like a redneck. Just like a redneck. Just like a redneck, ow. |