I grew up in a batten board cabin At the dead end of a gravel street I got my first payin' job when I turned ten 'Cause 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, boys 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 them junkyard dreams 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'd take a Mountain Dew over a silver spoon Any ol' 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 in cut-off jeans Down at the bridge at the castor creek We bent our half bills as far as we could bend them We spent the fall sittin' high in a tree Yeah, huntin' and fishin' 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'd take a Mountain Dew over a silver spoon Any ol' day of the week I didn't choose the redneck life The redneck life chose me Woah!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
