We grow tobacco and we drive trucks We kill whitetails and greenhead ducks
And drive our four-wheelers down the main road
And bust out the sleds when it's cold
We got back roads and four-wheel drives
We got tailgates on a Friday night
And it's a half hour from my front door
To a Walmart or a grocery store
What y'all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
Cause we got outlaws, we got hicks
We got honky-tonks out on these sticks
We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown
God damn, it's so good to be home
We wear Carhartt, we don't wear suits
We wear square toes and Chippewa boots
And we all know where we come from
And we'll be right here when it's done
What y'all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
Cause we got family living down in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
And we all got dirt on our hands
It's a song for the working man
Get up early and we work third shift
Pay our taxes and protect our kids
And we all got dirt on our hands
Cause there's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
And we all got dirt on our hands

There's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon gear
Cause I'm from the north, son, you're from the south
Straight out the trailer, fresh off the plow
You got your Chevy parked next to my Ford
And the color's flying high at your door
I got a shot of rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon gear
And I got my shotgun filled with shells
You got a Bible, but I'll see you in hell
It ain't that different, son, you and me
Tryin' to make it in the land of the free
What y'all don't understand
It ain't all about a southern man
Cause we got family living down in these woods
We got pride and a sense of what's good
And we all got dirt on our hands
hands it's a song for the working man get up early and we work third shift pay our taxes
and protect our kids and we all got dirt on our hands because it's rednecks north of the mason
dixon i'm a redneck north of the mason dixon
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