I came home, buck in the backShe's on the porch with her bags packedShe's had enough, she's over meSpending too much time in a pine treeShe took it out of my truckDrove off like Joe NemechekHe thought it would kill meBut what's one less thirty-all six to a redneck?What's one less thirty-all six to a redneck?What's one less thirty-all six to a redneck?She's probably had some gun and pawnLaughing cause my automatic's goneBest she could getAbout a rideacker soEnough to fill her up, get her where she's got to goShe ain't messed my season upI had to backup under my bedGo on and pawn itCause what's one less thirty-all six to a redneck?What's one less thirty-all six to a redneck?What's one less thirty-all six...Renee?Yeah, you can bet your corn pot and your honey holeI'll be back in the woods by tomorrowIt's gonna hit about 10 a.m. when she sees another dead book on my InstagramWhat's wrong with this 30-ounce sister, Renee?She never opened it, but there's three more in my safe on deckShe thought it would kill me, but what's one less 30-ounce sister, Renee?*