I’d rather live in Alabama than New York City
And I’d rather hear Lynyrd Skynrd than Conway Twitty
I love seein’ trees as far as the eye can see
In the country I can be what a man was meant to be
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I like cowboy hats and pointy boots
I can have a good time with things that shoot
I like my barbecue pork with fries and beans
I like women in halter tops and cutoff jeans
I drive a pickup truck, but what the heck
That don’t make me country it makes me a
Rock’n’Roll Redneck
Well the Ford’s out back sittin’ on concrete blocks
Now it’s doing double-duty providin’ shade for the dogs
The preacher’s comin’ Sunday for dinner with the missus ‘n’ me
And we’ll have fried chicken ’cause it’s always been a winner, you see
I got a Smith and Wesson fourty-four
And I never have to worry ’bout lockin’ the door
I ain’t got much but I got to say
I pity the fool who wants to take it away
I like to wear my hair long over my collar
And my wife buys all my clothes at the Family Dollar
I hear a lot of people fussin’ ’bout goin’ to war
And they don’t seem to know what the heck we’re fightin’ for
Well maybe it’s not my place, but let’s just cut to the chase
I believe freedom’s worth fightin’ and diein’ for