Karaoké Blue Collar Boys Frank Foster

Well I'm po' boy proud

I like to get loud

I run with a redneck rough and rowdy crowd

You got your friends

I got mine

Yeah and I get by by workin' in the sun

Pickin' guitar

Grocery shoppin' with a gun

You's a scrub if you ain't drug a buck up in a four wheel drive

And we don't need no caviar and high dollar wine

We got cornbread, sweet tea and briar patch moonshine

We all know how to have a damn good time

We gon'

Turn it on

Crank it up

Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup

Get back in the pines and lose our minds

And turn it loose and get it right

We're all about a down South

Saturday night

And we're workin' hard at makin' noise

Blue collar boys

Best get out my way first day from offshore 'cos Imma ride around

I'm gonna ride some more

And I'll be pumpin' Bocephus out the speakers in my four by four

Call up my country queen

My Dixieland delight

With cutoffs on her caboose

A cheater-pipe tight

Nicknamed a quarter mile 'cos she's out of sight

Yeah I get so high when she's by my side

Feel like I'm floatin' through the air like Clyde the Glide

Got on my boots and spurs 'cos knowin' her she gon' make me ride

And we gon'

Turn it on

Crank it up

Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup

Get back in the pines and lose our minds

And turn it loose and get it right

We're all about a down South

Saturday night

And we're workin' hard at makin' noise

Blue collar boys

Yankee slicker from up in New York

Down on music row tryin' to tell me how to be a country boy

Excuse me sir but have you lost your mind

You take your shiny shoes and your suit and tie and tote your ass back north of the Mason Dixon line

And don't forget your pen 'cos I ain't gon' sign

We gon'

Turn it on

Crank it up

Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup

Get back in the pines and lose our minds

And turn it loose and get it right

We're all about a down South

Saturday night

And we're workin' hard at makin' noise

Blue collar boys

Blue collar boys