Lyrics

Hell yeah! Well you can smell gunpowder in the air tonight So you better not leave the house Cause like a freight train runnin' You can hear them boys comin' Like a hurricane from the south And they say if you hear but a single note From those wicked tunes they write You'll be cursed to be a redneck From now 'til you die Summoned forth and filled with sulfur, vinegar, and piss When they said that the south would rise again They didn't think it'd be quite like this See that dust cloud drawing near? Friend, your reckoning is here So tear your shirt off swing it round Grab that beer and slam it down Brace yourselves, they're coming to your town We've sailed the oceans and climbed every mountain Faced every army and conquered them all Infamous near and far Y'all all know who we are We're the mother fuckin' redneck vikings Well friend, you may be wondering Whether you've got what it takes to be a real redneck viking I guess we'll have to find out, won't we? See, some folks would say that you had to be born down south And still others would say the frozen north, but I reckon that ain't it See, when it comes down to it, it ain't about Where you were born or how you were raised Being a redneck viking is about one thing Whether you know how to fuckin' party So let's show 'em how we do it down in North Carolina boys Let's go We've sailed the oceans and climbed every mountain Faced every army and conquered them all Infamous near and far Y'all all know who we are We're the mother fuckin' Redneck Vikings from Hell The sun rose that morning on little more than a pile Of ash and smouldering ruin And the boys? Well, their task was done It was time for them to head home Far are the lands we roam Still we e'er find our way back home We spell Valhalla the redneck way C-A-R-O-L-I-N-A Feared and respected from North to the South Best have eyes on your ass if your running your mouth But throw in with us and you'll never regret Cause life as a viking's as good as it gets We fend through the shit and we still stand tall When it's time to party you know who to call Redneck Vikings from Hell
Writer(s): Vincent Jackson Jones Ii, Kile Odell, Tyler Gresham, Wayne C. Ingram, Donald Harold Burbage Jr., Benjamin Lasey Turk, Heinrich Arnold Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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