Lyrics

Got a pair a Pit Bulls in my back yard
I call ‘em Wade Hampton & Beauregard
I guess its only a matter of time until the neighbor sues

Since they made me haul down my Stars and Bars
And toted off three of my vintage cars
I come down with a case of the redneck white trash blues

I know just how to cuss and just when to pray
And every word to “God Bless The USA”
So don’t you gimme no lip until you walked a mile in my shoes

Sure, you could call it slummin’ - no need to ‘pologize
We all saw it comin’ so it ain’t no big surprise
I got the redneck white trash blues

I keep a couple ARs in a guitar case
To celebrate winnin’ a NASCAR race
I got the great grand daughter of a Vietnam ace
Removing my old tattoos
I use a silhouette of Biden to scare off the crows
Ain’t use in hiding’ it, everybody knows
I got the redneck, white trash, blues

I ain’t afraid of hard work, but man it’s frustratin’
Ain’t gettin’ younger, and I’m gettin’ tired of waiting’
For the world to make me that offer that I can’t refuse

Seems like everybody’s got a bigger fish to fry
And I’m the fella hangin’ on the hook and that’s why
I got the redneck white trash blues

I keep a can of spray paint on my pickup's dash
To write my latest complaint up on the overpass
And if I hear another word about the height of my grass
You gonna see me on the 10 o’clock news
I shouldn’t be yellin’ but never the less
Don’t know why I’m tellin’ you, you can probably guess
I got the redneck, white trash, blues
Yeah, I got the redneck white trash blues