Come Back As A Redneck

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

I 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

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

Oooh

I didn't choose my raisin' and you didn't choose yours

You work in four walls and I'm workin' four by fours

We ain't as different as you think we is, but I didn't pull up sayin'

"Won't you look at that born rich, fed with a silver spoon, trust fund kid", like you did

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

Why we say grace, why we hold hands

Keep a shotgun right by the nightstand

And why we love a good rain comin' down

And never leave these so called backward backwood

Good for nothing hillbilly hick towns

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, yes you do

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

Oooh

Yeah, then you'll understand