Bisquick on the cast iron

Dip spit on my collar

I’m podunk proud and I’ll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler

I’m a redneck

I’m a redneck

I’ll carve it in a cottonwood tree

With my redneck knife

Yeah, the redneck life is the only life for me

I get clear from a still

I drink beer, eat deer that I kill

A bug zapper’s in my windowsill

To keep the sundown skeeters at bay

I catch cats with a jug

My truck nuts stay covered in mud

I chew tobacco like a cow does cud

And I wouldn’t have it any other way

‘Cause there’s

Bisquick on the cast iron

Dip spit on my collar

I’m podunk proud and I’ll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler

I’m a redneck

I’m a redneck

There’s a shotgun in my shotgun seat

‘Cause if it flies, it dies

Yeah, the redneck life is the only life for me

Moon Pie dessert, largemouth wall art

Earnhardt T-shirt, bought it at the Walmart

Chickens in the pen, cock-a-doodle when the dog bark

Ain’t all kin but we’re somewhere in the ballpark, and there’s

Bisquick on the cast iron

Dip spit on my collar

I’m podunk proud and I’ll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler

I’m a redneck

I’m a redneck

Bury me in the back forty

By my redneck wife

‘Cause the redneck life is the only life for me, yeah

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of Dew

Mix it with a trickle of Dickel or two

And when the Mountain Dew and the Dickel’s all gone

We’ll all be drunk and we’ll sing this song

Bisquick on the cast iron

Dip spit on my collar

I’m podunk proud and I’ll shout it so loud you can hear it way down in the holler

I’m a redneck

I’m a redneck

And to you I might never not be

Just a stereotype

But the redneck life is the only life for me