I'm a texas cowboy
I wear a faded hat
I'm an alabama plow-boy
Got a leather tan back
I'm a louisiana cajun man
I call up bayou stream home
I'm a mississippi blues man
Just tryin' to make it on my own
You can call me different
I'm still a good man
And you can call me redneck
I've been told that i am
And i guess i am
And maybe i don't fit in
In your point of view
I can see your a rose in a bed of thorns in the morning dew
They call me country
Now how about you
I can ride a bush hog
From sun up 'til sundown
And i can ride a rodeo
Let em' throw me to the ground
I can raise holy hell
On a saturday night
And make it to the first church bell
That's how a country boy survives
You can call me different
I'm still a good man
And you can call me redneck
I've been told that i am
And i guess i am
And maybe i don't fit in
In your point of view
I can see your a rose in a bed of thorns in the morning dew
They call me country
Now how about you
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