Red Necks

The deer is a warm and fresh road kill Will go good with the moonshine from your still That red neck life style you will always have Red Necks don't have to have a reason to be mad You feel that on taxes you always get screwed Hunting animals doesn't take a mood Not accepting others for who they are Gas guzzling huntin' trucks, there are no cars Your baby never given a passy Just a hunk of tobbacky You spit your tobbacky juice in a mason jar Fertilize the grass, so you empty it in the yard A bathroom is where you make it In the bed of your truck, you and your old lady got caught naked You brag to the Reds at work about your latest run in with the cops A few beers later, it's time to raid the Goodwill box As a bona fide Red Neck it is your life's mission To pass these quality traits to your son, it's a tradition Red Necks in the south are a dime a dozen Most marry their next of kin, usually their cousins Support your local Red Neck, the bumper sticker reads It fine print it's local chapter 233 In the parking lot outside your favorite bar Friday night puking, too much PBR Saturday morning fatback and beans Coats the stomach, now you can drink I cannot criticize Red Necks for living this way What is normal in society these days