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