Hey, Mr. City Man

Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand

Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck

Feed in the back, spittin' in my cup

Both our tags say Tennessee

I don't know you, I know you don't know me

But if this red light didn't have to change

I'd have time to say

When you die, I hope you come back as a redneck

I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot Sun tattoo

I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck

And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two

Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench

Drive across the county just to hook up a winch

Revel in the pride of a simple man

Maybe then you'll understand, oh

I didn't choose my raisin', and you didn't choose yours

You work in four walls, and I'm workin' 4x4s

We ain't as different as you think we is

But I didn't pull up sayin'

Won't ya look at that born-rich fed

With a silver spoon, trust fund kid

Like you did

So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck

I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot Sun tattoo

I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck

And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two

Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench

Drive across the county just to hook up a winch

Revel in the pride of a simple man

Maybe then you'll understand

Why we share grass

Why we hold hands

Keep your shotgun right by the nightstand

Bible of a good man comin' down

And never leave these so-called backward backwood

Good for nothin' hillbillies hick towns

So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck

I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot Sun tattoo

I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck

And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two

Yes, you do

Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench

Drive across the county just to hook up a winch

Revel in the pride of a simple man

Maybe then you'll understand

Oh

Yeah, then you'll understand