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[Verse]
Hey mister city man
Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand
Rollin' your eyes at my beat up truck
Feed in the back, spittin' in my cup
Both our tags say Tennessee
Don't know you, I know you don't know me
But if this red light didn't have to change, I'd have time to say

[Chorus]
When you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
Catch the Holy Ghost on a pine wood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe thеn you'll understand