(Verse)
We grow to[D]bacco and we drive trucks
We kill whit[C]etails and green head ducks
And drive our fo[A]ur wheelers down the main road
And bu[G]st out the sleds when it's cold
We got b[D]ack roads an' four-wheel-drives
We got tai[C]lgates on a Friday night
And it's a h[A]alf hour from my front door
To a Wa[G]lmart or a grocery store[A]
What you a[G]ll don't understand[A]
It ain't a[G]ll about a southern man
(Verse)
'Cause we got out[D]laws, we got hicks
We got honk[C]ytonks out in these sticks
We love our whi[A]skey and we love our homegrown
God da[G]mn it's so good to be home
We wear Car[D]hart, we don't wear suits
We wear squ[C]are toes and Chippewa boots
And we a[A]ll know where we come from
And we[G]'ll be right here when it's done[A]
What you a[G]ll don't understand[A]
It ain't a[G]ll about the southern man
(Chorus)
'Cause we got fa[D]mily livin' out in these woods
We got pr[C]ide and a sense of what's good
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
It's a so[G]ng for the workin' man
Get up ea[D]rly and we work third shift
Pay our ta[C]xes and protect our kids
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's redn[G]ecks north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
There's red[G]necks north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
(Verse)
'Cause I'm from the No[D]rth son, you're from the South
Straight out the tra[C]iler, fresh off the plow
You got your Ch[A]evy parked next to my Ford
And the col[G]ors flyin' high at your door
I got a sho[D]tgun, fill it with shells
You got a B[C]ible but I'll see you in hell
We ai[A]n't that different son, you and me
Tryin' to ma[G]ke it in the land of the free[A]
What y'[G]all don't understand[A]
It ain't a[G]ll about a southern man
(Chorus)
'Cause we got fa[D]mily livin' out in these woods
We got pr[C]ide and a sense of what's good
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
It's a so[G]ng for the workin' man
Get up ea[D]rly and we work third shift
Pay our ta[C]xes and protect our kids
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's redn[G]ecks north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
I'm a red[G]neck north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
We grow to[D]bacco and we drive trucks
We kill whit[C]etails and green head ducks
And drive our fo[A]ur wheelers down the main road
And bu[G]st out the sleds when it's cold
We got b[D]ack roads an' four-wheel-drives
We got tai[C]lgates on a Friday night
And it's a h[A]alf hour from my front door
To a Wa[G]lmart or a grocery store[A]
What you a[G]ll don't understand[A]
It ain't a[G]ll about a southern man
(Verse)
'Cause we got out[D]laws, we got hicks
We got honk[C]ytonks out in these sticks
We love our whi[A]skey and we love our homegrown
God da[G]mn it's so good to be home
We wear Car[D]hart, we don't wear suits
We wear squ[C]are toes and Chippewa boots
And we a[A]ll know where we come from
And we[G]'ll be right here when it's done[A]
What you a[G]ll don't understand[A]
It ain't a[G]ll about the southern man
(Chorus)
'Cause we got fa[D]mily livin' out in these woods
We got pr[C]ide and a sense of what's good
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
It's a so[G]ng for the workin' man
Get up ea[D]rly and we work third shift
Pay our ta[C]xes and protect our kids
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's redn[G]ecks north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
There's red[G]necks north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
(Verse)
'Cause I'm from the No[D]rth son, you're from the South
Straight out the tra[C]iler, fresh off the plow
You got your Ch[A]evy parked next to my Ford
And the col[G]ors flyin' high at your door
I got a sho[D]tgun, fill it with shells
You got a B[C]ible but I'll see you in hell
We ai[A]n't that different son, you and me
Tryin' to ma[G]ke it in the land of the free[A]
What y'[G]all don't understand[A]
It ain't a[G]ll about a southern man
(Chorus)
'Cause we got fa[D]mily livin' out in these woods
We got pr[C]ide and a sense of what's good
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
It's a so[G]ng for the workin' man
Get up ea[D]rly and we work third shift
Pay our ta[C]xes and protect our kids
And we a[A]ll got dirt on our hands
'Cause there's redn[G]ecks north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
I'm a red[G]neck north of the Mason-Dixon[D]
