Redneck - Atlanta Rhythm Section

Hey, redneck

Man, ain’t you a cool head

Man about town, your hair slicked down

Little grease on your forehead

Well, those things you say and do

Gonna make papa real proud of you

Play football, hang around the pool hall

And cheat on exam

Hey, redneck

Pullin' in at the drive-in

Spend a little money, poke a lot of fun

At people tryin' to make a livin'

But you never did have much use

For all these darkies, dagos and Jews

Talk real loud, draw a big crowd

Baby, you what’s happenin'

Whoa, screw you

Hey, redneck

Goin' down to the ghetto

A dollar’s worth of gas, heckle and harass

All the hippies and the weirdos

Well, you talk about havin' fun

You a good-time son of a gun

Four years of college, a little bit of knowledge

And outsmart the draft board

Hey, hey, hey, redneck

You’re All-American lover

When God said brain, you thought he said rain

And you ran for cover

Well, I’ve done all that I can do

Just tryin' to get along with you

You’re too much, everything you touch

Turns to something else

Hey, redneck

You’re redneck

Hey, redneck

You’re redneck

Hey, redneck

All-American redneck