John Evans
Hey I’m a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress.
I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I’m a redneck mother a redneck at best.
I’m a redneck mother and my mother’s a redneck too.
I’m a redneck mother I must concede I wear a red and blue hat it reads “Lonestar Feed.”
I raised a cross bred chicken it goes “Quakity-cluck”
I got a kicker bumper sticker on the back of my truck.
I’m a redneck mother and my mother’s a redneck too.
Chorus:
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon.
There’s only one thing that will set me back and that’s a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac.
I’m a redneck mother I must reply. I built a beer can fence nearly 10 ft. high.
Yonder on my front porch, it’s my guard dog Blue.
He’s a Mississippi leg hound with some legging to do.
I’m a redneck mother and my mother’s a redneck too.
Chorus:
I can fish all night and sleep until noon, romance a case of beer under the Texas moon.
There’s only one thing that will set me back and that’s a long legged lady in a pink Cadillac.
John why don’t we head down to New Orleans?
Could we try to find a bowl of them rice and red beans?
Before we hit the road could you explain what this means?
Sing it for me one more time.
Hey I’m a redneck Mother I must confess I wear tight blue jeans not a tie-dyed dress.
I got a tattoo of Texas on my chest; hey I’m a redneck mother a redneck at best.
I’m a redneck mother and my mother’s a redneck too.
Oh Lord you’re a redneck mother and your mother’s a redneck too.
