Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show
with some smart-ass New York Jew.
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox,
and the audience laughed at Lester Maddox, too.
Well, he may be a fool, but he's our fool.
If they think they're better than him,
they're wrong.
So I went to the park,
and I took some paper along.
And that's where I made this song.
We talk real funny down here.
We drink too much.
We laugh too loud.
We're too dumb to make it in no northern town.
We're keeping the niggers down.
We got no-neck old men from Texas,
good old boys from Tennessee,
college men from LSU.
Wearing them dumb come out dumb, too.
Hustling around Atlanta in the alligator suit,
getting drunk every weekend at the barbecue.
We're keeping the niggers down.
We're rednecks.
We're rednecks.
We don't know our ass from a hole in the ground.
We're rednecks.
We're rednecks.
We're keeping the niggers down.
Now,
you know the *'s a negro.
See, he's got his dignity.
Down here,
we're too ignorant to realize that the north
has set the * free.
Yes,
he's free to be put in a cage in Harlem or New York
City,
and he's free to be put in a cage in the south side
of Chicago, in the west side.
He's free to be put in a cage in Huffington,
Cleveland.
He's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis.
And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco,
gathering them up
from miles around,
keeping the niggers down.
We're rednecks.
We're rednecks.
We don't know our ass from a hole in the ground.
We're rednecks.
We're rednecks.
We're keeping the niggers down.
We are keeping the niggers down.