| Well there’s a certain kinda' woman who lives a' down south
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| She don’t never say a thing like hush a' my mouth
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| I want a redneck girl
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| I’m lookin' for a redneck girl
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| Well, I don’t care much about style grace
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| Or too much purty on her lily white face
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| I want a redneck girl
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| I’m lookin' for a redneck girl
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| Well, it’s hard to tell when a southern belle is just a' puttin' on airs
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| Speakin' soft an' slow with a turned up nose as she sashays downstairs
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| But, when she puts an empty whisky bottle up beside your head
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| She’s a redneck girl
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| When she sleeps at night, it’s in a feather bed
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| With a 32−20 underneath her head
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| I want a redneck girl
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| I want a redneck girl
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| I want a redneck girl
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| I got myself a redneck girl |