Redneck Way of Life (feat. Justin Adams)

Come on 'Cause I'm a Dixie flag waving in the bed of my truck Screaming country boy can survive (yes sir) Yeah, I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots My whiskey cup full of southern pride (that's right) Born and raised in the woods, always smoking on bud (whoo) 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 (that's right) Robert E. Lee sleeping in my family tree without a hammock That's why my middle name is Edward just like all my cousins damn it I was country before country was some clothes in a closet Living on a chicken farm, making Kool-Aid up out of the faucet And daddy jammed Hank and mama had posters of Farrah Fawcett I was handling roosters when I was shitting in diapers And I don't care about how you roll in them rocking mud tires I drive through the creek in a fucking van that I hot wired Dirty, dirty baby, I'm your daddy's nightmare with an attitude I'm rolling up in thunderstorms and blaring '90s country tunes And she can settle for a burger and grape snow cone But she wanna run from the cops and smoke on that dank dro 'Cause I'm a Dixie flag waving in the bed of my truck Screaming country boy can survive (yes sir) Yeah, I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots My whiskey cup full of southern pride (that's right) Born and raised in the woods, always smoking on bud (whoo) 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 (that's right) We gray up in my blood I'm born a honky-ass savages (that's right) Real redneck heater from the south, I stay packing (ha!) White trash, uppercutting, throwing jabs at 'em Seeing faces in my camo, I'm starting to follow patterns Motherfucker, I was born in the woods, that's all I know (yeah) John Deere Cadillac running them back hoe's Fighting chickens in the booger, bottom on bar crow (ha!) Got them pigs, popping squirrels, and flicking 'em cane poles Skinning dear at an early age I'm still the same old country Motherfucker who brings the pain (that's right) And all I need, I keep it tight, deep down in my soul Sometimes we let it blow on them back roads, you hear me now 'Cause I'm a Dixie flag waving in the bed of my truck Screaming country boy can survive (yes sir) Yeah, I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots My whiskey cup full of southern pride (that's right) Born and raised in the woods, always smoking 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 (that's right)