Come Back As A Redneck

Hey, Mister City Man Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck Feed in the back, spittin' in my cup Both our 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 pinewood bench Drive across the county just to hook up a winch Revel in the pride of a simple man Maybe then you'll understand Oh I didn't choose my raisin' and you didn't choose yours You work in 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 silver spoon, 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 pinewood 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, why we hold hands Keep a shotgun right by the nightstand And why we love a good rain comin' down And never leave these so-called backward, backwood, good-for-nothing, hillbilly hick towns 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, yes, you do Catch the Holy Ghost on a pinewood bench Drive across the county just to hook up a winch Revel in the pride of a simple man Maybe then you'll understand Oh Yeah, then you'll understand