[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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In this day and age, Lifestyles ain't all the same.
Everybody's lookin for somebody else to blame.
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But nothing irritates me worse than you hear you rich folks whine.
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You're addicted to wealth and to yourself,you're addicted to the dollar sign.
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You put me down cause I was raised
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Just a little bit different from you,
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Well I work with my hands and respect my lands,
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I'm trustee tried and true.
[Verse 2]
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You get up to go to work, put on your pretty suit and tie,
Well I put on a beat up shirt, work boots, and faded old levi's.
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I grind my fucking knuckles to the bone to make ends meet.
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So I'm glad that you get mad, when I drive fast down your street.
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You get pissed off cause we like being
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Mad all over town.
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Well you can go to hell cause my Rebel Yell
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Volume don't go down.
[Chorus]
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We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society.
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And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury.
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A simple man is what I am, status ain't for me,
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I may not have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be.
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I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink.
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But you think I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink.
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Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib rompin, shit stompin redneck and
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I don't give a fuck what you think.
[Verse 3]
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You snobby mr. Monebags have people you call friends,
But when it came down to it, you'd probly be to greedy to help them.
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Well I've got more buddies for whom I'd put my life on the line,
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Cause I know they'd do the same for me if I was ever in a bind.
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Well your heart is made from parts that come from a septic tank,
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When you kids don't earn you'll start to burn, you can take that to the bank.
[Verse 4]
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You read the Wall Street Journal, sippin champagne in your limosine,
Well I'll be alright with a cold Bud Light and a hot rod magazine.
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You all love your bmw's and Porches that you drive,
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Well my gas guzzling '67 Bowtie suits me fine.
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So keep in mind you pretty kids that think you're all so cool,
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Just remember we're the ones that beat the shit out of you in school.
[Chorus]
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We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society.
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And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury.
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A simple man is what I am, status ain't for me,
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I may not have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be.
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I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink.
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But you think I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink.
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Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib rompin, shit stompin redneck and
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I don't give a fuck what you think.
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[Verse 5]
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You like to play crochet, talk politics and vanity.
Well the grand ol' opry on saturday night on the radio's fine with me.
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I may not have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth,
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But I'm proud to be a no bullshit boy from down south.
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I'm 100% workin man that's what I'll always be,
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So you upper class can kiss my ass cause you ain't worth a shit to me.
[Chorus]
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We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society.
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And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury.
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A simple man is what I am, status ain't for me,
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I may not have a yacht, but I'm happy as can be.
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I can drink a beer and shoot a deer faster than you can blink.
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But you think I'm trash and you're high class and that your shit don't stink.
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Well I'm a honky tonkin, rib rompin, shit stompin redneck and
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I don't give a fuck what you think.
[Ending]
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No we don't give a fuck about your big bucks or what you think.
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No weeeee don't give a flyin fuck what you think.
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Fuck you!
