Redneck Side Of Me

I [D]never cut tobacco in the [C]hills of Tenne[D]ssee
I [D]ain't got a moonshine still but I [A]still love to smoke an' drink
No I [D]never ate dinner from a wood burnin' stove or [G]rode bareback in a [D]rodeo
You [F]wanna see the redneck side of [A]me

Give me a [D]six-string flat-top guitar, put [C]all you hillbillies in a [D]honky tonk bar
[D]Show me to the stage an' set me [A]free
And I'll [D]sing all night till the mornin' light, when your [G]shades are on and your [D]heads
ice
You'll [F]know you've seen the [A]redneck side of [D]me

Let me tell you somethin'
I never was a roughneck pumpin' crude down the line
Oh, an' I ain't logged no timber, sawed on them Georgia pines
I can't mix the best batch of ettouffe, I never hunted 'gators in the everglades
You wanna see the redneck side of me

Aw, gimme that Gibson Les Paul guitar, put all you rednecks in a smoke-filled bar
Show me to that stage an' set me free
And we'll raise hell all night and then the mornin' light, when your shades are on and
hat's too tight
You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.

(Yeah!)

Son, you gonna know you've seen the redneck side of me
Oh, son, you're gonna see my redneck side