Northern Redneck

We grow tobacco and we drive trucks We kill whitetails and greenhead ducks And drive our four wheelers down the main road And bust out the sleds when it's cold We got back roads an' four-wheel-drives We got tailgates on a Friday night And it's a half hour from my front door To a Walmart or a grocery store What you all don't understand It ain't all about a southern man 'Cause we got outlaws, we got hicks We got honkytonks out in these sticks We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown God damn it's so good to be home We wear Carhart, we don't wear suits We wear square toes and Chippewa boots And we all know where we come from And we'll be right here when it's done What you all don't understand It ain't all about the southern man 'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods We got pride and a sense of what's good And we all got dirt on our hands It's a song for the workin' man Get up early and we work third shift Pay our taxes and protect our kids And we all got dirt on our hands 'Cause there's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon There's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon 'Cause I'm from the North son, you're from the South Straight out the trailer, fresh off the plow You got your Chevy parked next to my Ford And the colors flyin' high at your door I got a shotgun, fill it with shells You got a Bible but I'll see you in hell We ain't that different son, you and me Tryin' to make it in the land of the free What y'all don't understand It ain't all about a southern man 'Cause we got family livin' out in these woods We got pride and a sense of what's good And we all got dirt on our hands It's a song for the workin' man Get up early and we work third shift Pay our taxes and protect our kids And we all got dirt on our hands 'Cause there's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon I'm a redneck north of the Mason-Dixon