[Bridge]
I didn't choose my raisin', and you didn't choose yours
You work in four walls, and I'm workin' 4x4s
We ain't as different as you think we is
But I didn't pull up sayin'
Won't ya look at that farm rich fit
With a silver spoon, trust fund kid
Like you did

[Chorus]
So 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 pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you'll understand