Lyrics

This '01 Z-71 Step-side with a crack in the dash These ostrich-skin cowboy boots That were worn-down by my Dad This house in the holler The shine that we swaller That local FM on the dial This Tennessee drawl Yeah the way we talk We've had it for a while You might say we're stuck in our ways But y'all can't do it like this It came from our mamaws and our papaws And they hand it down to their kids Some call it redneck but you ain't gotta get This good ole boy lifestyle Yeah the southern chip on our shoulder boy We've had it for a while This three-generation, two-pump station That we stop by for work To get that wintergreen to earn these rings In our two-pocket blue-collar shirt That flag we rise is flying high And we put our hands on our hearts On them Friday nights we got that pride For them stripes and stars You might say we're stuck in our ways But y'all can't do it like this It came from our mamaws and our papaws And they hand it down to their kids Some call it redneck but you ain't gotta get This good ole boy lifestyle Yeah the southern chip on our shoulder boy We've had it for a while We've had it for a while You might say we're stuck in our ways But y'all can't do it like this It came from our mamaws and our papaws And they hand it down to their kids Some call it redneck but you ain't gotta get This good ole boy lifestyle Yeah the southern chip on our shoulder boy We've had it for a while
Writer(s): Sam Grow, Joshua Wood, Alexandria Corn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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