Say About Me

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

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

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

Now all the people in the front say "Oh yeah"

Now all the people in the back say "Alright"

Now put your right and your left hand up

Back and forth, let me see you all night

See I share the wealth and I share the blessings

'Cause the blessings were given to me

And I give my thanks and all of my praise to a God that I can't see

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

We raised up on that Hank Jr. 83, son

Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air

Now somebody scream