I got my favorite white cotton muscle shirt on:
I’m gonna sit around and drink all day long.
In my plastic pool, that I bought from the Walmart.
‘Cause it’s Sunday afternoon and it’s time for the race:
I’m waitin’ for Junior to take first place,
But number thirty will always be in my heart.
Ain’t that just like a redneck?
Just like a redneck?
Don’t you wish you could be one too?
Trade in your white collar for workin’ man blues.
Every Saturday night, we get as rowdy as we can get,
Just like a redneck.
Just like a redneck.
Well, I love the Lord and my four-by-four,
My two kids, who could ask for more?
I got a tattoo on my arm dedicated to my wife:
She wears a little short shirt, like Shania Twain.
She went out and got herself a belly-button ring:
An’ man, she looks good, I love my life.
Ain’t that just like a redneck?
Just like a redneck?
Don’t you wish you could be one too?
Trade in your white collar for workin’ man blues.
Every Saturday night, we get as rowdy as we can get,
Just like a redneck.
Just like a redneck.
I’ve been waitin’ for the mullet to come back in style:
It’s just about time, I’ve been waitin’ a while.
Ol’ Billy Ray Cyrus ain’t got a thing on me.
I got an old Trans Am, I like to drive fast,
An’ I’m proud to fly my American flag,
In the U S of A, where at least I know I’m free, yeah.
Ain’t that just like a redneck?
Just like a redneck?
Don’t you wish you could be one too?
Trade in your white collar for workin’ man blues.
Every Saturday night, we get as rowdy as we can get,
Just like a redneck.
Just like a redneck.
Just like a redneck.
Just like a redneck.
Just like a redneck.
Just like a redneck, ow.