Lyrics

Redneck first class skin her back give it gas White trash cold Pabst cooking up some sour mash Make it just like my grandad did in his time Catching bass whooping ass smoking grass living fast Rebel flag flying in a truck bed half mast Rolling through the hollow black smoke coming from the stacks Work boots overalls plaid shirts camouflage Horseback dirt track money on a chicken hack Betting my pay on a gray bird to win it all Treeing coons full moon shooting clays fat chew Burning rubber bible thumping biscuits in a Dutch oven Washing it down with a cold can of mountain dew Well I'm proud of where I come from I ain't ashamed of who I am I'm a product of the Appalachian hills a modern day mountain man Where the creeks run cold the sun don't shine And the young men spend their life in the mines A dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand Neon lights starting fights good sharp pocket knife Raising hell no bail spend another night in jail I'm no stranger to the cell it ain't my first time Shinning bucks no luck least I caught a little buzz Road block up ahead better hit the high ridge White gravel popping off underneath a knobby tire Playing gigs pay dirt picking till my fingers hurt Banjo ringing and the mandolin chirp chirps While the bass thumps hard and lays the rhythm down Late night felling right holding that girl tight Being loud on the town setting up another round After last call I'm going to lay that women down Well I'm proud of where I come from I ain't ashamed of who I am I'm a product of the Appalachian hills a modern day mountain man Where the creeks run cold the sun don't shine And the young men spend their life in the mines A dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand Well I'm proud of where I come from I ain't ashamed of who I am I'm a product of the Appalachian hills a modern day mountain man Where the creeks run cold the sun don't shine And the young men spend their life in the mines A dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand Yeah a dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand
Writer(s): Charlie Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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