Matt Farris - Resident Redneck lyrics

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Resident Redneck (126)

Matt Farris

(Starts on four count)

A flatbed pickup truck, full of fishing poles and a whitetail twelve point buck,

That's going up on my wall...

I can see the fear in your face. What kinda hillbilly moves to this kinda place?

He don't fit in at all...

This may not be my kinda neighborhood, but my backyard's gonna be my backwoods...

I'm your resident redneck, four wheel drivin'

Coolers on the back deck, catfish frying

I can see you from your front step, gawkin' and eyeballin' me, yeah.

I'm invading your city, I'm your resident redneck.

When I walked by in my worn out jeans, I caught your little friend lookin' you know what that means.

She's checkin' out my Skoal ring... You know that ain't true...

I can't help my southern charm, so don't blame me if your lady leaves on my arm.

Baby she's a sweet thing...

Don't look at me like I stole your pride, if city boys can't keep her satisfied...

She'll find a resident redneck, four wheel drivin'

Coolers on the back deck, catfish frying

I can see you from your front step, gawkin' and eyeballin' me, yeah.

I'm invading your city, I'm your resident redneck.

Don't feel like I'm trying to take over your town.

You know I'm not the only redneck around...

Girl get down...

With your resident redneck, four wheel drivin'

Coolers on the back deck, catfish frying

I can see you from your front step, gawkin' and eyeballin' me, yeah.

I'm invading your city, I'm your resident...

Come on boys, line 'em up... redneck.

Thanks to Kerrybomb for correcting these lyrics