Rollin', rollin', rollin'?
Yea, are we?
Rollin', rollin'... howdy boys
O.K. I want y'all to sit real comfy...with yer real comfy ten gallons on the back of yer head...just relax. O.K.
(It's good to be here) Here we go...boys...aaa
I'm a truckin' redneck and I just refuse to die
(He won't die)
I was built big and strong on the state's best apple pie
I'm better than them limey pin-heads in Europe-why
12 gauge in their back, hell would stop their mopin'
I'm a truckin' red stop and I...just refuse to die
Graham, you will never die
That's what I call chemistry
You're American...you're never gonna die!
You play billiards and wet that mound, you ain't never gonna die!
The good Lord above will take care of that
I get free coffee fill-ups at my favourite Denny's place
Find a couple of tea bags and I kick them in the face
Sure is damn good thumpage in that waitress' ass
When I go on tour gonna get me a pass
Hell, don't want no fuckin' limey gettin'...on my goddamn case
That's in the east of the wood...you gotta go to the wood and go east
It's in the east of the wood
Go west brother!
We showed them in Jim Sum
Any of my, uh, the boys here want to say something to audience at home ?
Well, you know, you've grown up and I obviously haven't
Woo! Hope you go on happy with your Miller's Coors Light
I've got every Beatles record
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"Rednecks" as written by David Rowntree Steven Alexander James
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