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Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock See, I grew up in a single wide with a poster of Kid Rock And when you start out from the bottom, son You scream when you're on top From a muddy truck, to a shiny bus, to a twin turbo jet The odds are always stacked against me But there ain't nothin' stopped me yet 'Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat when I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin', see how it hits me At the end of the day, I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me Uh, yeah, that's right, sing it See, I got the hottest woman that this world has ever seen And I married that girl on a farm in the country underneath a magnolia tree A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road And before I knew it, there was platinum records up hangin' on my wall And I thank God every day I'm a member of the Grand Ole Opry, y'all Songtexte'Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat when I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin', see how it hits me At the end of the day, I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me Alright, uh Offset I got the baddest bitch in the game (Bad) Diamonds on her neck and wrist, make it rain (Ice) I eat Percocet, ease the pain (Pain) Hate or you love it, I'ma pull up in a Range (Pull up) Trapstar, rockstar, you can hear it in the guitar Oh God, this a Lambo, not a Mopar ('Par) Fishtail, doing donuts like a go-kart (Skrrt) There go 12, hit the gas on a cop car (Woo) On my soul I can tell when she looking for the gold On my soul I get the bag, then I'm out the back door Let the weed smoke blow While I'm on the balcony in the robe Black diamonds, it's a crow Get the bread, gotta get it by the loaf Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin' and see how it hits me At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me Alright We raised up on that Hank Jr 83, son Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air Now somebody scream Aus Songtexte Mania