| Gather round ya’ll it’s your redneck friend | 
| I’m bout to show em how a country folks does it again | 
| Ain’t nothin' changed since you seen me last | 
| Still livin' kinda slow, still talkin' kinda fast | 
| Chasin' them turkeys, eatin' beef jerkey | 
| Hangin' out down at the lake | 
| Lookin' at Emmylou with a two piece on | 
| And ain’t nothin' on that girl fake | 
| We don’t need much here but fishin' poles and guns | 
| And trucks with four wheel drives | 
| Cause I’m into everything, to hear hank sing | 
| Lord country folks can survive | 
| We need to get on back to the simple life | 
| And what made this country great | 
| And that was helpin' each other lovin' our brother | 
| Lord I just can’t wait | 
| We like to hunt (hunt) | 
| Fish (fish) | 
| Play out in the mud | 
| That’s the way we do round here | 
| So now you know what’s up | 
| If you don’t like what we do | 
| Then go back to where you from | 
| Cause we like to hunt (hunt) | 
| Fish (fish) | 
| Play out in the mud | 
| We all mud dig | 
| And love frog giggin' | 
| Catchin' fireflies in a mayonnaise jar | 
| Creekside kissin' and large mouth fishin' | 
| We just can’t help it that’s who we are | 
| Zebco reelin' and shotgun shootin' | 
| Catfish fryin' and a little boot scootin' | 
| Come on everybody let’s all get down | 
| Show the city folks our country sound | 
| It’s a hootenanny, so bring your granny | 
| Cause we have fun round here | 
| And you can do anything that you want to | 
| But honey just don’t spill my beer | 
| So just pass the shine and we’ll all be fine | 
| My granddaddy made that jug | 
| And it’s two hundred proof it’ll blow off the roof | 
| Cause that’s just how grandpa does | 
| Buck huntin, lord it’s somethin' | 
| Ain’t nothin' like a big ole rack | 
| And a coon dog treeing at 3am | 
| It might make you have a heart attack | 
| See we love skinny dipping | 
| Goin' cow tippin' | 
| Huntin' a big ole hog | 
| Dogs start runnin' | 
| Lord that’s fun | 
| You better watch out for that log | 
| Let get on back to the tents and trucks | 
| So light that bonfire out | 
| So now ya’ll know that’s how we roll | 
| So please fill up my cup |