Blue Collar Boys

Well I'm poor boy proud I like to get loud I run with a redneck rough and rowdy crowd You got your friends, I got mine Yeah and I get by by workin' in the sun Picking guitar, grocery shopping with a gun Use a scrub if you ain't drug a buck up in a four wheel drive And we don't need no caviar and high dollar wine We got cornbread, sweet tea, and briar patch moonshine We all know how to have a damn good time We gonna turn it on, crank it up Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup Get back in the pines and lose our minds And turn it loose and get it right We're all about a down South Saturday night And we're workin' hard at makin' noise Blue collar boys Best get out my way, first day from offshore 'Cause I'ma ride around, I'm gonna ride some more And I'll be pumpin' Bocephus out the speakers in my four by four Call up my country queen, my Dixieland delight With cutoffs on her caboose, a cheetah vibe type Nicknamed a quarter mile 'cause she's out of sight Yeah I get so high when she's by my side Feel like I'm floating through the air like Clad D' Glag Got on my boots and spurs No one heard, she gon' lick me round And we're gonna turn it on, crank it up Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup Get back in the pines and lose our minds And turn it loose and get it right We're all about a down South Saturday night And we're workin' hard at makin' noise Blue collar boys Yankee slicker from up in New York Down on music row trying to tell me how to be a country boy Excuse me sir, but have you lost your mind? Take your shiny shoes and your suit and tie And tote your ass back north of the Mason Dixon line And don't forget your pen 'cause I ain't gon' sign We gonna turn it on, crank it up Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup Get back in the pines and lose our minds And turn it loose and get it right We're all about a down South Saturday night And we're workin' hard at makin' noise Blue collar boys Blue collar boys