I never cut tobacco in the hills of Tennessee.
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An' I ain't got a moonshine still,
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But I still love to smoke an' drink.
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No I never ate dinner from a wood burnin' stove,
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Or rode bareback in a rodeo:
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You wanna see the redneck side of me,
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Give me a six-string flat-top guitar,
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Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar.
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Show me to the stage an' set me free.
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An' I'll sing all night, till the mornin' light,
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When your shades are on an' your heads on ice,
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You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.
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Let me tell you somethin':
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I never was a roughneck pumpin' crude down the line.
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Oh, an' I ain't logged no timber, so none them Georgia pines.
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I can't mix the best batch of et touffe,
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I never hunted 'gators in the everglades:
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You wanna see the redneck side of me,
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Give me that six-string flat-top guitar,
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Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar.
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Show me to the stage an' set me free.
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An' I'll sing all night, then the mornin' light,
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When your shades are on an' your heads on ice,
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You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.
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(Oh yeah!)
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(Out of me, yeah!)
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Aw gimme that Gibson, Les Paul guitar,
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Put all you rednecks in a smoke-filled bar.
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Show me to that stage an' set me free.
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An' we'll raise hell all night, an' then the mornin' light,
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When your shades are on an' your hat's too tight:
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You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.
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(Yeah!)
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Aw, gimme that six-string flat-top guitar,
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Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar.
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Show me to the stage an' set me free.
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An' we'll drink all night, an' then the mornin' light,
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When your shades are on an' your heads on ice,
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You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.
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Son, you gonna know you've seen the redneck side of me.
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Oh.
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Son, you're gonna see my redneck side.
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Redneck Side Of Me
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| Jamey Johnson |
