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Atlanta Rhythm Section - Redneck lyrics
Hey Redneck, man ain’t you cool here Man about town, your hair slicked down A little grease on your forehead Well those things you say and do Gonna make poppa real proud of you Well they put ball, hang around the pool hall, and beat on the dance Yeah-eh-eh Redneck, pullin’ in at the drive-in Spend a little money, poke a lotta fun at people tryin’ to make a livin’ Well you never did have much use, for those darkies, dagos and jews, Talk real loud, you draw a big crowd, baby you what’s happenin’ Woah, screw you, Hey Redneck, going down to the ghetto A dollars worth of gas, heckle and harass All the hippies and the weirdo’s Well you talk about havin’ fun When you’re a good time son-of-a-gun Four years of college, a little bit of knowledge Can out smart the cowboy Yeah-eh-eh Redneck, my, you are the miracle lover When God said brain, you thought he said rain and you ran for cover Well I’ve done all that I can do, just tryin’ to get along with you You too much, everything you touch Turns to somethin‘ else Yeah-eh-eh Redneck, Ya-hi-ai, you are the redneck Yeah-eh-eh Redneck, You ol’ redneck Yeah Red-Neck, huh |
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