Redneck Meskin Boy

Why the heck am I here looking country?

With a gringo name like Little Joe

Boots and spurs and blue jeans just like Waylon

Compadre, there is something you should know

15 years of picking Texas cotton

Tequila and Texas women bring me joy

Truth is I grew up on Bob Wills' music

I'm just a good ol' redneck Meskin boy

Grew up with my guitar picking country

Like Willy, Mac and Buddy Holly too

Roamed across this nation with my music

But now I've come back home and found my roots

Longhorn in Dallas

The Cotton Club in good ol' Lubbock town

Dancing and drinking

With the kickers when the sun goes down

When skies get cloudy

I don't lose my suntan like some do

Making country music

I'm just a good ol' redneck Meskin boy

Ah, play for me, fellas

Whoop it to me big mama, hmm

Busted up my butt on the bull at Gilley's

Kicked out of a honky-tonk or two

Played the Villarreal down in McAllen

At the FW Stock Show, I ruined my boots

Close your eyes and listen to the music

It's started back with Tex, old Gene and Roy

You will find we've got a lot in common

I'm just a good ol' redneck Meskin boy

Longhorn in Dallas

Billy Bob in Fort Worth, Texas town

Dancing and smoking

With the cowboys when the sun goes down

When skies get cloudy

I don't lose my suntan like some do

Making country music

I'm just a good ol' redneck Meskin boy

I'm just a good ol' redneck Meskin boy

I'm just a good ol' redneck Meskin boy

Do-do-do-do, do-do

Es todo, brotha

That nice, that real nice, I like that

Who said that? Who said that?

Who, who said that? Who said that? Huh? Who said that?