Redneck Riviera - Tom T. Hall

Down here on the Redneck Riviera a drinkin' beer and singing country songs

Chillin' with the motel door wide open hopin' somethin' good will come along

Gulf Shores up through Apalachi-cola they got beaches of the whitest sand

Nobody cares if gramma’s got a tottoo or Bubba’s got a hot wing in his hand

Redneck Riviera is where I wanna be down here on the Redneck Riviera by the sea

Down here on the Redneck Riviera trawlin' up and down Mir-a-cle Mile

Smoothin' out my tan and disposition and wearin' little other than a smile

On Highway 98 I got a ticket something I ain’t never understood

If driving a convertible is topless why can’t I ride my Harley in the nude

Down here on the Redneck Riviera sign says Smoking Mullet Here Today

I really don’t know what I’m gettin' into but I’m in line to try some anyway

Redneck Riviera is where I wanna be down here on the Redneck Riviera by the sea

I got seven dollars for the jukebox twenty more left over for some beer

Down here on the Redneck Riviera there ain’t no better living anywhere

Now here comes them dreadful possums

(Down here on the Redneck Riviera down here on the Redneck Riviera)…