Redneck Way Of Life Upchurch & Bottleneck (Ft. Justin Adams)
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[Intro]
Come on
[Chorus: Justin Adams]
'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' in the bed of my truck
Screaming country boy can survive (Yes sir)
Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots
My whiskey cup full of southern pride (That's right)
Born and raised in the woods, always smokin' on bud (Woo)
Hard for everything I got
I keep some twang in my soul, and a mouth full of Skoal
'Cause it's the redneck way of life (That's right)
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Robert E. Lee sleepin' in my family tree without a hammock
That's why my middle name is Edward just like all my cousins damn it
I was country before country was some clothes in a closet
Living on a chicken farm, making Kool Aid up out of the faucet
And daddy jammed Hank and mama had posters of Farrah Fawcett
I was handling roosters when I was shittin' in diapers
And I don't care about how you roll in them rockin' mud tires
I drive through the creek in a fuckin' van that I hotwired
Dirty dirty baby I'm your daddy's nightmare with an attitude
I'm rollin' up in thunderstorms and blaring 90's country tunes
And she can settle for a burger and grape snow cone
But she wanna run from the cops and smoke on that dank dro
Come on
[Chorus: Justin Adams]
'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' in the bed of my truck
Screaming country boy can survive (Yes sir)
Yeah I'm true to my roots, I keep some dirt on my boots
My whiskey cup full of southern pride (That's right)
Born and raised in the woods, always smokin' on bud (Woo)
Hard for everything I got
I keep some twang in my soul, and a mouth full of Skoal
'Cause it's the redneck way of life (That's right)
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Robert E. Lee sleepin' in my family tree without a hammock
That's why my middle name is Edward just like all my cousins damn it
I was country before country was some clothes in a closet
Living on a chicken farm, making Kool Aid up out of the faucet
And daddy jammed Hank and mama had posters of Farrah Fawcett
I was handling roosters when I was shittin' in diapers
And I don't care about how you roll in them rockin' mud tires
I drive through the creek in a fuckin' van that I hotwired
Dirty dirty baby I'm your daddy's nightmare with an attitude
I'm rollin' up in thunderstorms and blaring 90's country tunes
And she can settle for a burger and grape snow cone
But she wanna run from the cops and smoke on that dank dro
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