Redneck Way Of Life

Upchurch & Bottleneck Lyrics


“Redneck Way Of Life”
(feat. Justin Adams)


Come on

‘Cause I’m a Dixie flag waving 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 smoking on bud
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 sleeping 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 Farrah Fawcett
I was handling roosters when I was shitting in diapers
And I don’t care about how you roll in them rocking mud tires
I drive through the creek in a fu****g van that I hotwired
Dirty dirty baby I’m your daddy [?] with an attitude
I’m rolling up in thunderstorms and blaring 90s country tunes
And she can settle for a burger and grape snow cone
But she wanna run from the cops and smoke on that [?]

‘Cause I’m a Dixie flag waving 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 smoking on bud
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)

[?] up in my [?] honkey a*s savages (That’s right)
Real redneck heater from the south, I stay packing (Ha!)
White trash, uppercutting, throwing jabs at ’em
Seeing faces in my camo, I’m starting to follow patterns
Motherfucker I was born in the woods, that’s all I know (Yeah)
John Deere Cadillac running them back h**s
Fighting chickens in the booger, bottom on bar crow (Ha!)
Got them pigs, popping squirrels, and flicking ’em cane poles
Skinning dear out of [?] ’cause 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 b**w on them back roads, you hear me now

‘Cause I’m a Dixie flag waving 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 smoking on bud
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)

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