Yeah, man, I see what you do, man
You gotta get built, put that thing on, left on straight, man
Got the stick shift, man (dang it, dang it)
(Quit touchin' my stick shift)
Yeah, look (hey, man, they gonna put that thing out)
We are doing redneck shit
It's just how all us rednecks get
When we get around other rednecks
Yeah, we're doing redneck shit at the Bass Pro
Larry got a shotgun, Mo got a bass boat
And wait, Hardy just pulled up in a backhoe?
I really don't know
Then we're at a bonfire burning up truck tires
Yeah, your truck's tall, that's true, but my truck's higher
We're out here looking like a white trash church choir
Howling at the moon
Doing redneck shit
It's just how all us rednecks get
When we get around other rednecks
Out where rednecks live
Y'all, it ain't my fault
There ain't no asphalt
Way out here in the sticks
Just a bunch of redneck shit
Redneck shit, yeah
Okay, I think I met the Duke girl, she was wearing daisies
She only had two beers, but she was acting crazy
She slid across the hood of my car
Walked right into that bar and ordered eight more
She got out on the dance floor, broke a pool stick
Out came her accent, yeah, she lost her cool quick
Kinda like it though, it's kinda hot
Matter of fact, I like it a lot
When she does redneck shit
It's just how all us rednecks get
When we get around other rednecks
Out where rednecks live (I'm stuck)
Y'all, it ain't my fault
There ain't no asphalt
Way out here in the sticks
It's just some redneck shit
Hey, hold my beer real quick (redneck shit)
Yeah, we parked out in a holler, sitting in a mud pit (son of a bitch)
Half of y'all are finished, and none of us are done yet
We work hard for our dollar, then holler at the sunset
Yeah, we've been drinking all day
But none of us are drunk yet
How?
Just doing redneck shit (donuts in the church parking lot)
That's just how us rednecks get
When we get around a bunch of rednecks
Out where rednecks live
Y'all, it ain't my fault
There ain't no asphalt
Way out here in the sticks
It's just some redneck shit
Just a bunch of redneck shit (smells like exhaust and funnel cake)
We just some rednecks, shit (I'm f*ckin' drunk)
We're going to Loser's