In a dim lit parkin' lot, they file in at 6 o'clock
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Down on Madison Avenue, in black shades and BMWs (uh huh)
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They cover tattoos with their long sleeves and hide their skull cans underneath the seat.
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Then they walk through the door, down the stairs to a circle of folded chairs.
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And they sit down... and old boy says 'Welcome ya'll, who wants to start us off?
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[Chorus:]
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Stand Up, Give your first name, go on speak up, don't be ashamed,
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If you're a hick, son, start confessin' the life you've kept hidden
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Knowin that deep down you're one of us...
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Welcome to the weekly meeting of Rednecks Anonymous
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Charlie took the floor said call him Chuck.
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Said he hates his car and wants a monster truck
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With a cattle guard and a gun rack
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Then he sat down and everybody clapped
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(Uh huh)
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Then Mary Beth broke down
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Said last night she went down town
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Said she danced up on a bar stool
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Even sang karaoke and rode the bull...
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And got bucked off...
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Lee leaned over and hugged her neck
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Said All right, who's next?
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[Chorus:]
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Stand Up, Give your first name, go on speak up, don't be ashamed,
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If you're a hick, son, start confessin' the life you've kept hidden
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Knowin that deep down you're one of us...
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Welcome to the weekly meeting of Rednecks Anonymous
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And he said: You know what? I've heard enough,
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Ain't nothing ya'll need to recover from.
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Stop livin' life, take some pride, take the twelve steps
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On down the street, to the corner bar.
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Who's comin' with me?
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[Chorus:]
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C'mon Stand Up, tell the world your name, go on speak up, don't be ashamed,
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If you're a hick, son, start livin' the life you've kept hidden
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I'm so glad you're one of us...
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And I never wanna see you at a
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Another meeting of Rednecks Anonymous
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Rednecks Anonymous
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Yeah
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Rednecks Anonymous
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| Mark Wills |
