Say About Me

Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock See I grew up in a single wide with a poster of Kid Rock And when you start out from the bottom son, You scream when you're on top From a muddy truck to a shiny bus to a twin turbo jet The odds are always stacked against me But there ain't nothin' stopped me yet Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat when I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me See I got the hottest woman that this world has ever seen And I married that girl on a farm in the country Underneath a magnolia tree A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road And before I knew it there was Platinum records up hangin' on my wall And I thank God every day I'm a member of the Grand Ole Opry y'all Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat when I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy In the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me Now all the people in the front say "Oh yeah" Now all the people in the back say "Alright" Now put your right and your left hand up Back and forth, let me see you all night See I share the wealth and I share the blessings 'Cause the blessings were given to me And I give my thanks and all of my praise to a God that I can't see Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat when I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy In the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me We raised up on that Hank Jr. 83, son Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air Now somebody scream