Charlie Woods & Deep Hollow - Redneck

Redneck first class skin her back give it gas
White trash cold Pabst cooking up some sour mash
Make it just like my grandad did in his time
Catching bass whooping ass smoking grass living fast
Rebel flag flying in a truck bed half mast
Rolling through the hollow black smoke coming from the stacks
Work boots overalls plaid shirts camouflage
Horseback dirt track money on a chicken hack
Betting my pay on a gray bird to win it all
Treeing coons full moon shooting clays fat chew
Burning rubber bible thumping biscuits in a Dutch oven
Washing it down with a cold can of mountain dew
Well I’m proud of where I come from I ain't ashamed of who I am
I’m a product of the Appalachian hills a modern day mountain man
Where the creeks run cold the sun don’t shine
And the young men spend their life in the mines
A dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand
Neon lights starting fights good sharp pocket knife
Raising hell no bail spend another night in jail
I’m no stranger to the cell it ain't my first time
Shinning bucks no luck least I caught a little buzz
Road block up ahead better hit the high ridge
White gravel popping off underneath a knobby tire
Playing gigs pay dirt picking till my fingers hurt
Banjo ringing and the mandolin chirp chirps
While the bass thumps hard and lays the rhythm down
Late night felling right holding that girl tight
Being loud on the town setting up another round
After last call I’m going to lay that women down
Well I’m proud of where I come from I ain't ashamed of who I am
I’m a product of the Appalachian hills a modern day mountain man
Where the creeks run cold the sun don’t shine
And the young men spend their life in the mines
A dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand
Well I’m proud of where I come from I ain't ashamed of who I am
I’m a product of the Appalachian hills a modern day mountain man
Where the creeks run cold the sun don’t shine
And the young men spend their life in the mines
A dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand
Yeah a dying breed this way of life most folks will never understand

Written by:
Charlie Woods

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