Hot Apple Pie - Redneck Revolution lyrics

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Outta of the woods, outta of the shacks,

From across the tracks in their Pontiacs.

Jump back: the bubbas are comin'.

No more shuck an' jive.

Rebels yell for the honky-tonk life,

Layin' out all night, the neon lights,

The bar fights an' gettin bug-eye wild:

Run but you can't hide.

Hey, hey we gotta say:

Redneck revolution.

A long time comin'.

We are resurrectin' the institution.

So if you want a little more information,

Tune in to your redneck radio station.

Ha aw.

Come on down here, Yankee man, to Dixieland:

We'll stick beer in your hand, join the band,

Let the good times roll,

An' show you outlaw pride.

We don't give a damn what religion or race,

We don't hate.

Grab you a plate, an' get a taste.

We're servin' it up, y'all: hot apple pie.

Hey, hey we gotta say:

Redneck revolution.

A long time comin'.

We are resurrectin' the institution.

So if you want a little more information,

Tune in to your redneck radio station.

We want you.

We want you.

Come on: we want you,

An' you, an' you, an' you, an' you, an' you.

We gotta say:

Redneck revolution.

A long time comin'.

We are resurrectin' the institution.

So if you want a little more information,

Tune in to your redneck radio station.

We gotta say:

The redneck revolution.

The redneck revolution.

Yeah, the redneck revolution.

The redneck revolution.