Well this life that I've lead has took me everywhere
There ain't no trailer park I ain't never gone
Now, I'm just your average redneck who's covered with loads o' grime
The bayou is what I call home
Did you ever see a guy named Bubba protect his guns?
In a primer-grey car in a KFC
Have you seen broken cars in the front yards of Carolina
Or a big ol' trailer park in Tennessee
And Lord I love the Appalachian Ranges
Since I can't spell, I hired some guy to write this song
But I can see that coon slowly creepin'
Hey! Johnny! Go fetch my dog!
Do you like to smell momma's home cookin' a blowin
Or go out with your friends and gig some frogs?
Did you ever smother yourself with deer blood while the heart was still beatin'
And did your daddy say, "Now that's my son"
And Lord I don't need no firin' range
'Cause that ain't no place to shoot a gun
I can see the cougar slowly creepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes
I'm a redneck genius 'cause I wrote this ditty
But I need some possum soup or wild boar
Well, don't you dare take me out of ol' Dixieland
'Cause you know the South will rise again - now that's my boy
Now lemme go to the pawn shop and make some exchanges
Maybe I'll make some money from this song
I can see the coondogs gently sleepin'
Well, them dogs sure cost me a sum
'Cause I can see the southland gently weepin'
Lord take me and mine before that comes