| Well, I never cut tobacco in the hills of Tennessee
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| And I ain’t seen a moonshine still
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| But I still love to smoke and drink
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| No, I never ate dinner from a wood burnin' stove
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| Or rode bareback in a rodeo
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| You wanna see the redneck side of me
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| Give me a six string flat top guitar
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| Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar
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| Show me to that stage, set me free
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| And I’ll sing all night and in the mornin' light
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| When your shades are on and your head’s on ice
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| You’ll know you’ve seen the redneck side of me, oh
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| Let me tell you somethin'
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| Well, I never was a roughneck, pumpin' crude down the line
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| And I ain’t logged no timber, son on them Georgia pines
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| I can’t mix the best batch of etouffee
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| I never hunted gator in the Everglades
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| If you wanna see the redneck side of me
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| Give me that six string flat top guitar
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| Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar
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| Show me to that stage and set me free
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| And I’ll sing all night until the mornin' light
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| When your shades are on and your head’s on ice
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| You’ll know you’ve seen the redneck side of me, yeah
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| Oh, and gimme that screamin' Les Paul guitar
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| Put all you rednecks in a smoke filled bar
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| Show me to that stage, set me free
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| Yeah, we’ll raise hell all night until the mornin' light
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| When your shades are on and your hat’s too tight
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| You’ll know you’ve seen the redneck side of me
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| Oh, give me that six string flat top guitar
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| Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar
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| Show me to that stage and set me free
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| And I’ll sing all night and in the mornin' light
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| When your shades are on and your head’s on ice
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| You’ll know you’ve seen the redneck side of me
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| Son, you’re gonna know you’ve seen the redneck side of me, hey
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| You gonna see my redneck side |