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 itâ²s cold
We got back roads an' four-wheel-drives
We got tailgates on a Friday night
And itâ²s 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
â²Cause we got outlaws, we got hicks
We got honkytonks out in these sticks
We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown
God damn itâ²s 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 weâ²ll be right here when it's done
What you all donâ²t understand
It ain't all about the southern man
â²Cause 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
Itâ²s a song for the workinâ² 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 thereâ²s rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
There's rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
â²Cause I'm from the North son, youâ²re 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 ainâ²t that different son, you and me
Tryinâ² to make it in the land of the free
What y'all donâ²t understand
It ain't all about a southern man
â²Cause we got family livin' out in these woods
We got pride and a sense of whatâ²s 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
â²Cause thereâ²s rednecks north of the Mason-Dixon
I'm a redneck north of the Mason-Dixon
