Hey Mr. City Man,
Rollie on your wrist,
Nasdaq in your hand,
Rollin' your eyes at my beat up truck,
Feet in the back, Spittin' in my cup,
Both the tags say Tennessee,
I don't know you,
I know you don't know me,
But if this red light didn't have to change,
I'd have time to say,
When you die, I hope you come back as a redneck,
I hope it sticks on you like a hell hot sun
tattoo,
I hope you break your back for that barely
get by paycheck,
And when you can't,
you gotta go and bloody
up a buck or two,
Catch the Holy Ghost on a pine wood bench,
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch,
Revel in the pride of a simple man,
Maybe then you'll understand,
I
didn't choose my raisin and you didn't choose yours,
You're workin' four walls and I'm workin' four by fours,
We ain't as different as you think we is,
But I didn't pull up sayin' won't you look
at that born rich fed with a self-spoiled trust fund kid,
Like you did,
so when you die,
I hope you come back as a redneck,
I hope it sticks on you like a hell hot sun tattoo,
I hope you break your back for that barely get by paycheck,
And when you can't, you gotta
go and bloody up a buck or two,
Catch the Holy Ghost on a pine wood bench,
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch,
Revel in the pride of a simple man,
Maybe then you'll understand,
Why we say grace,
and why we hold hands,
And keep a shotgun right by the nightstand,
And why we love a good brand comin' down,
And never leave you so caught back,
We're back for good for nothin' in a billy head town,
So when you die,
I hope you come back as a redneck,
I hope it sticks on you like a hell hot sun tattoo,
I hope you break your back for that barely get by paycheck,
And when you can't,
you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two,
Catch
the Holy Ghost on a pine wood bench,
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch,
Revel in the pride of a simple man,
Maybe then you'll understand,
Maybe then you'll understand,