[Intro]
Come on

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' 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 smokin' on bud (Woo)
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)

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Robert E. Lee sleepin' 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 had posters of Farrah Fawcett
I was handling roosters when I was shittin' in diapers
And I don't care about how you roll in them rockin' mud tires
I drive through the creek in a fuckin' van that I hotwired
Dirty dirty baby I'm your daddy's nightmare with an attitude
I'm rollin' up in thunderstorms and blaring 90's country tunes
And she can settle for a burger and grape snow cone
But she wanna run from the cops and smoke on that dank dro
[Chorus: Justin Adams]
'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' 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 smokin' on bud (Woo)
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)

[Verse 2: Bottleneck]
We grey up in my blood I'm born a honkey ass savages (That's right)
Real redneck heater from the south, I stay packing (Ha)
White trash, uppercuttin', throwin' jabs at 'em
Seeing faces in my camo, I'm startin' to follow patterns
Motherfucker I was born in the woods, that's all I know (Yeah)
John Deere Cadillac runnin' them back hoe's
Fightin' chickens in the booger, bottom on bar crow (Ha)
Got them pigs, poppin' squirrels, and flickin' 'em cane poles
Skinnin' dear at an early age
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 blow on them back roads, you hear me now

[Chorus: Justin Adams]
'Cause I'm a Dixie flag wavin' 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 smokin' on bud (Woo)
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)