Red-Neck Hippie Romance

Who was it said North is North and South is South And never the twain shall meet? Well, this song answers the question Can a simple, God-fearin', beer-drinkin' country boy Find happiness as a husband of a freaky, no good, psychedelic, neurotic, drug-usin', hippie talkin' New York City bitch? They say a redneck and a hippie should never get married But we just laughed and done it anyway For a while life was fine 'cause your life's so different from mine But now it seems we both just ain't got very much to say 'Cause I realize you'll never love Hank Williams And I don't like The Rolling Stones a bit And all my friends have short hair and smoke "Lucky's" And all your friends have long hair and smoke shit So go and roll yourself another reefer And I'll go pour myself another beer And please don't ask me why we can't give it one more try 'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, babe And you're too stoned to hear I like to dress up and look just like a rich man And you like wearin' jeans and lookin' poor And I like dancin' slow, where the Schlitz and memories flow And I like to drink my Coke and you like sniffin' yours But I keep pretending everything's Jim Dandy And you keep pretending everything's far out So just pack up your grass and shake your hippie ass Right back up north while I stay here down south Woah, go and roll yourself another reefer And I'll go and pour myself another beer Please don't ask me why we can't give it one more try 'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, girl And you're too stoned to hear Woah, roll yourself another one of them reefers And I'll pour myself another one of them beers And please don't ask me why we can't give it one more try 'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, baby And you're too stoned to hear