Tearing up the earth and knocking down those cornrows
Plowboy, mule and a size twelve steel toe
Working up a sweat, gonna meet her at the fishing hole
She got the bait and I'll bring the canepole
Let down the tailgate
Tonight she gonna get home late
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Real live southern pride and country 'til the day we die
Styrofoam cooler keeping all them beers cold
Lights on a roll bar shining down a dirt road
Pontoons tied up right up to the floating dock
Girls keep it bouncing, dancing going non-stop
When it gets hotter
We naked in the water
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Real live southern pride and country 'til the day we die
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Well, hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Well, hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Real live southern pride
Well, my daddy sure did raise me right
Nah, we ain't scared to fight
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