Blue Collar Boys

Well I'm poor boy proud
 I like to get loud
 I run with a redneck rough and rowdy crowd
 You got your friends, I got mine
 Yeah and I get by by workin' in the sun
 Picking guitar, grocery shopping with a gun
 Use a scrub if you ain't drug a buck up in a four wheel drive
 And we don't need no caviar and high dollar wine
 We got cornbread, sweet tea, and briar patch moonshine
 We all know how to have a damn good time
 We gonna turn it on, crank it up
 Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup
 Get back in the pines and lose our minds
 And turn it loose and get it right
 We're all about a down South Saturday night
 And we're workin' hard at makin' noise
 Blue collar boys
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 Best get out my way, first day from offshore
 'Cause I'ma ride around, I'm gonna ride some more
 And I'll be pumpin' Bocephus out the speakers in my four by four
 Call up my country queen, my Dixieland delight
 With cutoffs on her caboose, a cheetah vibe type
 Nicknamed a quarter mile 'cause she's out of sight
 Yeah I get so high when she's by my side
 Feel like I'm floating through the air like Clad D' Glag
 Got on my boots and spurs
 No one heard, she gon' lick me round
 And we're gonna turn it on, crank it up
 Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup
 Get back in the pines and lose our minds
 And turn it loose and get it right
 We're all about a down South Saturday night
 And we're workin' hard at makin' noise
 Blue collar boys
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 Yankee slicker from up in New York
 Down on music row trying to tell me how to be a country boy
 Excuse me sir, but have you lost your mind?
 Take your shiny shoes and your suit and tie
 And tote your ass back north of the Mason Dixon line
 And don't forget your pen 'cause I ain't gon' sign
 We gonna turn it on, crank it up
 Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup
 Get back in the pines and lose our minds
 And turn it loose and get it right
 We're all about a down South Saturday night
 And we're workin' hard at makin' noise
 Blue collar boys
 Blue collar boys