"Redneck Shit" lyrics

Ass-less chaps and camo caps
Patrón in a pickle jar
Flinging mud and slinging Bud
In a makeshift backyard bar
Family tradition and friendly friction
We get a little loud
It's who we are and what we do
And damned if we ain't proud

This is redneck shit
It ain't got no quit
Grab a plate of that good homemade
Tater salad and some fried catfish
This is redneck shit
Mama's gonna get lit
Run and hide, or we can take it outside
And we'll show you all about it
This redneck

Swimming in the creek and standing in the rain
Saving our souls by saying His name
Give you my word, take it to the bank
Fire up the truck, crank up the Hank
This blue-collar dollar still getting it done
We holler up the holler by shooting our guns
It ain't right, but we sure have fun
Raising hell, I'm telling you son

This is redneck shit
A lot of cast-iron grit
Like the kind you find in an old Dutch oven
Loving every finger-licking bit
This is redneck shit
Mama's gonna get lit
Run and hide, or we can take it outside
And we'll show you all about it
This redneck

Country
Where the eagle flies across American skies
Where I live and die to keep the name alive
This is redneck pride
And it's something that you just can't hide, guitar

This is redneck shit
I'm talking white-trash rich
Looking cool in the above-ground pool
Didn't fool with any work permit
'Cause this is redneck shit
Everybody get lit
Run and hide, or we can take it outside
And we'll show you all about it
This redneck
Shit