I love tearin¡¯ down some country road as the red sun¡¯s sinking down
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Nothing but corn and cotton fields for miles and miles around
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Down every twist and turn, there¡¯s another million dollar view
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Some folks might not see it
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But for some old redneck reason I do
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I still wear my beat up boots and my old worn out jeans
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I still say the blessing when I sit down to eat
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And you can bet I mind my manners every time my momma walks in the room
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Some folks don¡¯t think that matters
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But for some old redneck reason I do
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Yeah, for some old redneck reason, sometimes I get the feelin¡¯
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Maybe I give too much of it now
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I¡¯m a little old fashion leanin¡¯, out of style and out of season
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But I reckon that¡¯s just the way I am
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Sometimes I lay here thinkin¡¯ ¡®bout the good old times that we had
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Wonder why it all went wrong or the night it all went bad
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And I probably shouldn¡¯t call you up, thinkin¡¯ I can patch things up with you
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Oh, but when I get to drinking Crown, for some old redneck reason I do
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Yeah, for some old redneck reason, sometimes I get the feelin¡¯
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Maybe I give too much of it now
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I¡¯m a little old fashion leanin¡¯, out of style and out of season
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But I reckon that¡¯s just the way I am
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I was standing behind a couple teenage kids at a high school football game
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They didn¡¯t take their hats off when the national anthem played
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And I felt like jerkin a knot in their tail, for disrespecting the old Red, White and Blue
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Aw maybe I shouldn¡¯t get fightin¡¯ mad
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But for some old redneck reason I do
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For Some Ol' Redneck Reason
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| Justin Moore |
