Yeah

Seven generations from a dirt road corn crop
Boots ain't never seen easy street
Where a skeeter gets slapped 'bout as fast as a star drops
Roots run deep in this family tree

Ooh-ooh
Bust your ass, still won't make a killin'
Ooh-ooh
It's a lifestyle, it ain't a livin'

From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck lettеr testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til thе day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'

I don't do much thinkin' 'bout time in a pinebox
Sure as hell ain't scared to go
I'm a hardheaded God-fearin' man from the boondocks
Chisel that shit on my cobble head stone

Ooh-ooh
Bible and an almac up on the shelf
Ooh-ooh
Daddy prayed for rain
Mama paid for me to stay out of hell

From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'

Woo

Ooh-ooh
Bapitzie me where the water's real muddy
Ooh-ooh
Wash me clean, still come up country

From the red, white, and blue
Flying high at the farm
To the Boone and Crockett stud on the wall in the barn
Where the magnolias bloom
There's a lab on the lawn
Where your buddy and your boat both got the name John
In God, we trust
Detroit, we rust
Redneck letter testifyin'
From the born in the cut
'Til the day that I'm dust
I'ma stay country or die tryin'