| We grow tobacco and we drive trucks
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| We kill whitetails and greenhead ducks
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| And drive our four wheelers down the main road
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| And bust out the sleds when it’s cold
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| We got back roads an' four-wheel-drives
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| We got tailgates on a Friday night
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| And it’s a half hour from my front door
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| To a Walmart or a grocery store
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| What y’all don’t understand
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| It ain’t all about a southern man
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| 'Cause we got outlaws, we got hicks
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| We got honkytonks out in these sticks
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| We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown
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| God damn it’s so good to be home
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| We wear Carhartt, we don’t wear suits
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| We wear square toes and Chippewa boots
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| And we all know where we come from
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| And we’ll be right here when it’s done
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| What y’all don’t understand
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| It ain’t all about a southern man
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| 'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods
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| We got pride and a sense of what’s good
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| And we all got dirt on our hands
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| It’s a song for the workin' man
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| Get up early and we work third shift
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| Pay our taxes and protect our kids
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| And we all got dirt on our hands
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| 'Cause there’s rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
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| There’s rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
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| 'Cause I’m from the North, son, you’re from the South
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| Straight out the trailer, fresh off the plow
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| You got your Chevy parked next to my Ford
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| And the colors flyin' high at your door
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| I got a shotgun, fill it with shells
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| You got a Bible but I’ll see you in hell
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| We ain’t that different, son, you and me
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| Tryin' to make it in the land of the free
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| What y’all don’t understand
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| It ain’t all about a southern man
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| 'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods
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| We got pride and a sense of what’s good
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| And we all got dirt on our hands
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| It’s a song for the workin' man
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| Get up early and we work third shift
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| Pay our taxes and protect our kids
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| And we all got dirt on our hands
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| 'Cause there’s rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
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| I’m a redneck north of the Mason-Dixon |