Upchurch, Bottleneck, Justin Adams - Redneck Way Of Life lyrics

Come on

'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)

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

'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)

We grey up in my blood I'm
Born a honkey ass savages (That's right)
Real redneck heater from the south
I stay packing (Ha)
White trash, uppercuttin'
Throwin' jabs at 'em
Seeing faces in my camo
I'm startin' to follow patterns
Motherfucker I was born in the woods
That's all I know (yeah)
John Deere Cadillac runnin' them back hoe's
Fightin' chickens in the booger
Bottom on bar crow (Ha)
Got them pigs, poppin' squirrels
And flickin' 'em cane poles
Skinnin' dear at an early age
I'm still the same old country
Motherfucker who brings the pain
(That's right)
And all I need, I keep it tight
Deep down in my soul
Sometimes we let it blow on them back roads
You hear me now

'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)