Where My Rednecks At - The Lacs

Folks like me gone get a little sideways

Cold cool cat shotgun over a funnel

And lovin' a bunch of drinkin' buddies just all get smashed

Where my rednecks at

Is anybody else damn glad that it’s Friday

Poor white trash lookin' for some trouble

And I’m bettin' there’s a hell lot of other folks got my back

Where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at

Get it cold like a head like a nitwit

It’s just gettin' thick like some Bisquick biscuits

Country folks lose your mind over this shit

City boys man they don’t really get this

Day one they thought we was a menace

Now you’re hangin' onto every single sentence

You got your lock jaw like you at the dentist

Now the timers up y’all wait let me finish

Major labels now they want to visit

Wipe them tables boy do them dishes

Now they got an interest yeah we gettin' digits

And they heard Dirt Rock was all about the business

You know the deal when hittin' them niches

And being real is more than flippin' switches

That’s all good luck best wishes

The haters don’t talk all they hear now is crickets

Folks like me gone get a little sideways

Cold cool cat shotgun over a funnel

And lovin' a bunch of drinkin' buddies just all get smashed

Where my rednecks at

Is anybody else damn glad that it’s Friday

Poor white trash lookin' for some trouble

And I’m bettin' there’s a hell lot of other folks got my back

Where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at

I cash my check at the liquor store line

And I stop by and pay off a nine hun' fine

Ol' lady wants a six pack of Bud Light Lime

I was too box of pains buy some old pork rinds

The wash board rolls make that ass end slide

But the Chevy can perform better dodge next time

Drink beer shoot shit 'cause my trigger works fine

But there’s somethin' I forgot I’m all in a bind

Should of picked me up a box of 22 shell magnum

Cabela’s all out and Bass Pro didn’t have none

Laughin' 'cause if it weren’t for bad luck I wouldn’t have none

Found a box at Walmart and ol' fart grabbed them

Law caught me loadin' up my copper in a tin

And my Carolina skiff and an' put cuffs on my wrist

Guess I’m in deep shit like Cracker and Clint

I dread naw now I’m lookin' for friends

Folks like me gone get a little sideways

Cold cool cat shotgun over a funnel

And lovin' a bunch of drinkin' buddies just all get smashed

Where my rednecks at

Is anybody else damn glad that it’s Friday

Poor white trash lookin' for some trouble

And I’m bettin' there’s a hell lot of other folks got my back

Where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at where my rednecks at

Where my rednecks at