Karaoké Redneck Shit Gretchen Wilson

Ass-less chaps and camo caps patrun in a pickle jar

Flinging mud and slinging Bud in a makeshift backyard bar

Family tradition and friendly friction we get a little loud

It's who we are and what we do and damned if we ain't proud

This is redneck shit it ain't got no quit

Shit quit grab a plate of that good homemade

Tater salad and some fried catfish this is redneck shit mama's gonna get lit

Shit lit

Run and hide we can take it outside and we'll show you all about it this redneck

Swimming in the creek and standing in the rain saving our souls by saying His name

Give you my word take it to the bank fire up the truck crank up the Hank

This blue-collar dollar still getting it done we holler up the holler by shooting our guns

It ain't right but we sure have fun raising hell

I'm telling you son

This is redneck shit a lot of cast-iron grit

Shit grit like the kind you find in an old Dutch oven

Loving every finger-licking bit this is redneck shit mama's gonna get lit

Shit lit

Run and hide or we can take it outside and we'll show you all about it

This redneck country where the eagle flies a cross American skies

Where I live and die to keep the name alive this is redneck pride

And it's something that you just can't hide guitar

This is redneck shit

I'm talking white-trash rich

Shit rich looking cool in the above-ground pool

Didn't fool with any work permit 'cos this is redneck shit everybody get lit

Shit lit

Run and hide or we can take it outside and we'll show you all about it

This redneck shit