Lyrics Kyle Park – Rednecks With Paychecks

We got bass boats, fit wheels and our vehicles
We drink RC, cold Bud Light, and George Dickel
If it has four wheels, a worn in label, a throttle, or an outboard motor
We’re gonna gas it up, throw it on a trailer, gonna find a little dirt in the water

We’re just rednecks with paychecks
We’re American made, bonafide blue collar
Workin’ for a dollar, just to hoot and a holler
For the weekend, with some good friends
We’re gonna blow a little dough, do a little livin’
‘Cause you can’t take it with you up to redneck heaven

We got Sweet Home playin’ on the jam box cooler
Chicken fried ribs and a pig on the barbecuer
Yeah and you can bring your hillbilly hotrod and we’ll try like hell to break it
Because everyone here’s a southern engineer, so by God we can duct tape it

We some rednecks with paychecks
We’re American made, bonafide blue collar
Workin’ for a dollar, just to hoot and a holler
For the weekend, with some good friends
We’re gonna blow a little dough, do a little livin’
‘Cause you can’t take it with you up to redneck heaven

Come along, take a little ride with me honey
Have a little fun, gonna spend our money
People from the city, they just don’t get it
They just don’t get it
Oh ome along, take a little ride with me honey
Have a little fun, gonna spend our money
People from the city, they just don’t get it
They just don’t get it, but I say forget it

We’re just rednecks with paychecks
We’re American made, bonafide blue collar

Yeah we’re gonna blow a little dough, do a little livin’
‘Cause you can’t take it with you up to redneck heaven
Yeah!
Aw you can’t take it with you up to redneck heaven
Oh they just do’t get it, they just don’t get it