we grow tobacco and we drive trucks, we kill whitetails and greenhead ducks, and drive our four wheelers down the main road, and bust out the sleds when it's cold, we got back roads an' four-wheel-drives, we got tailgates on a friday night, and it's a half hour from my front door, to a walmart or a grocery store, what you all don't understand, it ain't all about a southern man, 'cause we got outlaws, we got hicks, we got honkytonks out in these sticks, we love our whiskey and we love our homegrown, god damn it's so good to be home, we wear carhart, we don't wear suits, we wear square toes and chippewa boots, and we all know where we come from, and we'll be right here when it's done, what you all don't understand, it ain't all about the southern man, 'cause we got family livin' out in these woods, we got pride and a sense of what's good, and we all got dirt on our hands, it's a song for the workin' man, get up early and we work third shift, pay our taxes and protect our kids, and we all got dirt on our hands, 'cause there's rednecks north of the mason-dixon, there's rednecks north of the mason-dixon, 'cause i'm from the north son, you're from the south, straight out the trailer, fresh off the plow, you got your chevy parked next to my ford, and the colors flyin' high at your door, i got a shotgun, fill it with shells, you got a bible but i'll see you in hell, we ain't that different son, you and me, tryin' to make it in the land of the free, what y'all don't understand, it ain't all about a southern man, 'cause we got family livin' out in these woods, we got pride and a sense of what's good, and we all got dirt on our hands, it's a song for the workin' man, get up early and we work third shift, pay our taxes and protect our kids, and we all got dirt on our hands, 'cause there's rednecks north of the mason-dixon, i'm a redneck north of the mason-dixon
