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I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records just as loud as they will go
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Allman Brothers and David Allan Coe
I like Willie, Waylon, George, and Merle
And alot of ZZ Top
They play country, soul, rock and roll
I really like Kid Rock

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And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I've got a 1965 Harley chopper
It sure makes those women stare
A dead flamingo wrapped around the cowboy hats I wear
I can cuss I can fight I can spit I can belch I can raise all kinds of hell
If you ride to live like I live to ride let me hear some rebel yells

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And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I like my whiskey straight up
Daqueri just makes me ill
If someone touches my cowboy hat I get mad enough to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pickup truck
I'm a four wheelin' maniac
And if you wanna race name the place
I'll show you where it's at muther fucker

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And I'm a redneck
A rock-n-roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around
I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south

I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south
I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records just as loud as they will go   I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd   The Allman Brothers and David Allan Coe   I like Willie, Waylon, George, and Merle    And alot of ZZ Top   They play country, soul, rock and roll   I really like Kid Rock      Chorus   And I'm a redneck   A rock-n-roll son of the south   I don't like no new wave disco bands around   I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers   Go out and jam some gears   I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south      I've got a 1965 Harley chopper   It sure makes those women stare   A dead flamingo wrapped around the cowboy hats I wear   I can cuss I can fight I can spit I can belch I can raise all kinds of hell   If you ride to live like I live to ride let me hear some rebel yells      Chorus   And I'm a redneck   A rock-n-roll son of the south   I don't like no new wave disco bands around   I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers   Go out and jam some gears   I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south      I like my whiskey straight up    Daqueri just makes me ill   If someone touches my cowboy hat I get mad enough to kill   I got a rifle rack in my pickup truck   I'm a four wheelin' maniac   And if you wanna race name the place   I'll show you where it's at muther fucker      Chorus   And I'm a redneck   A rock-n-roll son of the south   I don't like no new wave disco bands around   I'm gonna drink a couple dozen beers   Go out and jam some gears   I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south      I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south   I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll son of the south