| I’m a redneck hillside son of the south
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| And I don’t run from my pride
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| And it’s been said that I run my mouth
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| And they want me dead or alive
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| But here I am, can’t hold me down (Come on)
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| Ask those who have tried (Yeah)
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| I’m gonna be me, (Me) I’m gonna stay free
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| Yeah, redneckonize
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| Yeah, better redneckonize
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| From the swamp dirty south to my rebel flag eyes
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| Country boy ain’t nothin' gonna change
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| You can always stay safe if you stay in your lane
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| Redneck pro-life, I don’t hide it
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| Redneck 'til I die, I just ride it
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| 'Til the wheels fall off it’s just who I am
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| When the meals fall of then I’ll eat from the land
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| They don’t redneckonize what’s really goin' on
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| The creeks still risin', flowin' right along
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| People everywhere singin' MC songs
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| Takin' over everything it won’t be long
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| Until you see us on the radio playin' yet another show
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| A redneck way of life if you don’t like it then you gotta go
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| New day, new year, no surprise
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| It’s the same old creek you better redneckonize
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| I’m a redneck hillside son of the south (Come on)
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| And I don’t run from my pride
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| And it’s been said that I run my mouth
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| And they want me dead or alive
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| But here I am, can’t hold me down
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| Ask those who have tried (Yeah)
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| I’m gonna be me, (Me) I’m gonna stay free (Free)
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| Yeah, redneckonize (Come on)
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| Dog in the front, gotta dog in the back
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| Gotta hog in the trunk with a cold thirty pack
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| Cigarette ash about three feet long
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| Cleanin' out the trash like the day is long
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| Can’t pay my rent, can’t pay my bills
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| All money spent redneckonize real (Come on)
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| Naw I ain’t lyin' man I love my life
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| If you ain’t a redneck you won’t like my type
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| But I’m gon' be me, I ain’t changin' for a damn thing
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| This ain’t a Chevy or a Ford or a Ram thing
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| It’s a way of life, it’s the way we live
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| If you don’t like it then I really don’t give a shit
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| Yeah I’m loud (Yeah I’m loud) and I’m proud (Proud)
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| Everybody here said they love this sound
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| They tried to push us out, yeah they tried and tried
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| But it’s Moccasin Creek, you need to redneckonize
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| I’m a redneck hillside son of the south
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| And I don’t run from my pride
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| And it’s been said that I run my mouth
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| And they want me dead or alive
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| But here I am, can’t hold me down
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| Ask those who have tried
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| I’m gonna be me, I’m gonna stay free
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| Yeah, redneckonize
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| You need to redneckonize
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| You need to redneckonize
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| We ain’t goin' nowhere, we just gettin' started baby
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| Moccasin Creek, Hillbilly Rockstar
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| Redneckonize real |