REDNECKS, WHITE SOCKS AND BLUE RIBBON BEER   Writers Bob McDill, Wayland Holyfield, Chuck Neese      There's no place that I'd rather be than right here   With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer   The barmaid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass   The juke box is playin' there stands the glass   And the cigarette smoke kind-a hangs in the air   Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer   A cow-boy is cussin' the pin-ball ma-chine   A drunk at the bar is get-tin' noisy and mean   And, some guy on the phone says ill be home soon dear   Red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer   CHORUS:   No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd   We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud   There's no place that I'd rather be than right here   With my red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer   The semis are passing on the highway outside   The four thirty crowd is about to arrive   The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here   Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer   REPEAT CHORUS   There's no place that I'd rather be than right here   With my red-necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer