And I'm bringin' down a heavy rain And Ima put that on my everything And them dirt road riders For them forty hour workers And the party all nighters For the Jim, Jack, Johnny For them little country towns A lotta y'all folks still really can't see why We the purest in the world And they can't take that from us
Crank some Lynard Skynard And naw I never been the kind to go by the law Like a back woods boss man Put back for the hard times You think we something, huh Through my backwoods, hillbilly, redneck life