The "r" Word

I am a Southern boy and I was brought up to treat everybody with respect
 And though I do my best you know sometimes it's mighty hard
 When folks use the 'R' word to talk about my neck
 They use that 'R' word when they talk about my neck
 All across this nation an effort's bein' made to be so politically correct
 It applies to almost every creed and nationality
 But they still use the 'R' word when they talk about my neck
 They still use the 'R' word when they discuss my neck
 CHORUS
 Call me a hillbilly, call me country-fried
 And I will not object
 Call me farm boy and I'll take that with pride
 Just don't use the 'R' word when you talk about my neck
 Don't use that 'R' word in reference to my neck
 That little word don't bother me at all when it is used
 Describing a sunset or a wine
 But surely they could find some less offensive substitute
 When referring to the cervical region of my spine
 That verbal combination just gets me every time
 REPEAT CHORUS
 Call me a clodhopper, call me a stump jumper, call me a pain in the tail
 Call me antiquated, backwater cracker, call me Ishmael
 Call me a knuckle draggin', inbred honky, call me a slack-jawed hick
 Call me an addle-brained, shallow-minded boondocker, I don't mind a bit
 Well that's all I've got to say, that's all she wrote, come on gang
 Let's bring her home