I grew up in a batten board cabin at the dead end of a gravel street.

I got my first paying job when I turned 10, because money didn't grow on trees.

Cheap cigarettes with the windows up was just part of the air I breathed.

I didn't choose the redneck life, the redneck life chose me.

I love that voice.

Yeah, me and my daddy built my first car, strung the motor up in a tree.

We wore the beer box helmets with the eyes cut out, rat racing in junkyard jeans.

Yeah, me and my crew, man, we grew up on Hank Jr. 83.

I didn't choose the redneck life, no, the redneck life chose me.

Yeah, I didn't choose the redneck life, the redneck life chose me.

What you see is what you get, and what you get is what you see.

I take a Mountain Dew over a silver spoon any old day of the week.

I didn't choose the redneck life, the redneck life chose me.

Oh, get on it, son.

Now, I grew up swimming and cut off jeans down at the bridge at the Castor Creek.

We bent our hat bills as far as we could bend them.

We spent the fall sitting high in a tree.

Yeah, hunting and fishing wasn't just a trend.

It was what we did to eat.

I didn't choose the redneck life, the redneck life chose me.

Yeah, I didn't choose the redneck life, the redneck life chose me.

What you see is what you get, and what you get is what you see.

I take a Mountain Dew over a silver spoon any old day of the week.

I didn't choose the redneck life, the redneck life chose me.