lil Tim Mcgraw
Let's wake and bake fuck eggs and bacon
I'mma crack me a beer and some Copenhagen
You know I'm going out when my hair is braided
Don't leave the house if there's Nascar racing
I only wear spurs on a special occasion
And I tend to use my fists if I lose my patience
I'm burping up beer and spicy Cajun
And I wonder why I've never seen a homeless Asian
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So ride bareback, yeah, fuck the saddle
I just spilled beer on my favorite flannel
Be sure to stop me if I start to ramble
I could go all night talking bait and tackle
I get drunker than a shit house rat
That's why I put a rat tail on my cowboy hat
I can play Skynyrd if you hand me a Strat
Put a boot up your ass, you got a problem with that
This damn moonshine's got me feeling silly
I'm jumping up and down like a damn hillbilly
I'd hate to be blunt, but could you roll me a philly?
And you ain't tried shit till you tried my chili
If it's country music, don't change the station
I'm at the jukebox, got the speakers banging
I'm burping up beer and spicy Cajun
Still wonder why I've never seen a homeless Asian
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
I live my whole life in the fast lane
So you better buckle up 'cause it ain't safe
My wife thinks she's a month late
But that's just her excuse when she gains weight
I kick so much ass, I got a bad leg
And nothing's firmer than my handshake
I'm popping Coors like it's champagne
And on the dance floor, squirming like I'm worm bait
I go off-roading when I get baked
Sitting shotgun is my pet snake
Got a picture of a wolf on my tailgate
I'm playing sound effects of howling on cassette tape
I just shaved my back, and I feel great
I use my buck knife when I manscape
And I never made it passed third grade
But I can still name all ten states
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
I'mma crack me a beer and some Copenhagen
You know I'm going out when my hair is braided
Don't leave the house if there's Nascar racing
I only wear spurs on a special occasion
And I tend to use my fists if I lose my patience
I'm burping up beer and spicy Cajun
And I wonder why I've never seen a homeless Asian
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So ride bareback, yeah, fuck the saddle
I just spilled beer on my favorite flannel
Be sure to stop me if I start to ramble
I could go all night talking bait and tackle
I get drunker than a shit house rat
That's why I put a rat tail on my cowboy hat
I can play Skynyrd if you hand me a Strat
Put a boot up your ass, you got a problem with that
This damn moonshine's got me feeling silly
I'm jumping up and down like a damn hillbilly
I'd hate to be blunt, but could you roll me a philly?
And you ain't tried shit till you tried my chili
If it's country music, don't change the station
I'm at the jukebox, got the speakers banging
I'm burping up beer and spicy Cajun
Still wonder why I've never seen a homeless Asian
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
I live my whole life in the fast lane
So you better buckle up 'cause it ain't safe
My wife thinks she's a month late
But that's just her excuse when she gains weight
I kick so much ass, I got a bad leg
And nothing's firmer than my handshake
I'm popping Coors like it's champagne
And on the dance floor, squirming like I'm worm bait
I go off-roading when I get baked
Sitting shotgun is my pet snake
Got a picture of a wolf on my tailgate
I'm playing sound effects of howling on cassette tape
I just shaved my back, and I feel great
I use my buck knife when I manscape
And I never made it passed third grade
But I can still name all ten states
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
So fill the cup with PBR
Let's see how fast you can drink it all
Act like you're backstage at Tim McGraw
We're all a little redneck underneath it all
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
Party like a redneck, party like a redneck
Credits
Writer(s): Griffin B Boice, Jordon Kristopher Terrell
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