| Big coals, corn rows, barbed wires, bows and hides, dirt roads
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| Tractors, trucks and overalls
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| Copper heads, grig beds, pickup a rock and find an arrowhead
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| A rope swing hangin' by a waterfall
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| And morning new, howdy moon, I thank God for
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| My redneck of the woods
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| A blue collar flag flyin' neighborhood
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| It’s love grown, down home, life is good in
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| My redneck of the woods
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| Tailgates, a hot date, a bonfire burnin' on the riverbank
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| Copenhagen, coolers, and mason jars
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| Old song, sing along, neckle through the hills and hollars all night long
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| Good old boys pickin' at 'em old guitars
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| A wild bunch, clean front, I don’t go far from
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| My redneck of the woods
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| A blue collar flag flyin' neighborhood
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| It’s love grown, down home, life is good in
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| My redneck of the woods
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| If I die in my sleep they better bury me in
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| And my redneck of the woods
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| My blue collar flag flyin' neighborhood
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| It’s love grown, down home, life is good in
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| My redneck of the woods
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| My redneck of the woods
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| My redneck of the woods |