Redneck Way of Life (feat. Justin Adams)

'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' in the bed of my truck

Screamin' country boy can survive

Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots

My whiskey cup full of Southern pride

Born and raised in the woods, always smokin' 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

Robert E. Lee sleepin' in my family tree without a hammock

That's my middle name is Edward, just like all my cousins, damnit

I was country before country was some clothes in a closet

Livin' on a chicken farm makin' Kool Aid up out of the faucet

And daddy jammed Hank had posters of Farrah Fawcett

I was handlin' roosters when I was shittin' in diapers

And I don't care about how you roll in them rockin' mud tires

I'll drive through the creek in  a fuckin' van that I hot-wired

Dirty-dirty baby, I'm your daddy's nightmare with an attitude

I'm rollin' up in thunderstorms and blarin' 90's country tunes

And she can settle for a burger and a grape snow cone

But she wanna run from the cops and smoke on that dank dro

'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' in the bed of my truck

Screamin' country boy can survive

Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots

My whiskey cup full of Southern pride

Born and raised in the woods, always smokin' 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

Confederate grey up in my blood, I'm born a honky ass savage

A real redneck hitter from the south, I stay packin'

White trash, uppercuttin', throwin' jabs at 'em

Seein' faces in my camo, I'm startin' to follow patterns

Motherfucker, I was born in the woods, that's all I know

John Deere Cadillac runnin' back them hoes

Fightin' chickens in the booger, bottom on bar crow

Got them pugs, poppin' squirrels and flickin' them cane poles

Skinnin' dear at an early age

I'm still the same old country motherfucker who brings the pain

And all I need, I keep it tight, deep down in my soul

Sometimes we let it blow on them backroads, you hear me now

'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' in the bed of my truck

Screamin' country boy can survive

Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots

My whiskey cup full of Southern pride

Born and raised in the woods, always smokin' 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