McDill-Holyfield-Neese.
There’s no place that I’d rather be than right here
With my red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.
The barmaid is mad cause some guy made a pass
The jukebox is playin «There Stands the Glass»
The cigarette smoke kinda hangs in the air
Red necks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.
A cowboy is cussin’ the pinball machine
A drunk at the bar is gettin’ noisy and mean
And a guy on the phone says «I’ll be home soon, dear»
Red necks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.
No we don’t blend with that white collar crowd
We’re a little too rowdy, and a little too loud
But there’s no place that I’d rather be than right here
With my red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.
The semi’s are passin’ on the highway outside
The four-thirty crowd is about to arrive
The sun’s goin’ down and we’ll all soon be here
Red necks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.
