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

Ohh, yeah, that's right, check it

See I got the hottest women 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

Soo 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

Alright, ohh, yeah

Now all the people in the front say oh yeah (Oh yeah)

Now all the people in the back say alright (Alright)

Now put your right hand 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 oof 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 if 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

Alright

We raised up on that Hank Jr 83, son

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

Now somebody scream