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I love tearing down some country road as the red sunâs sinking down
With nothing but corn and cotton fields for miles and miles around
With every twist and turn thereâs another million dollar view
Some folks might not see it but for some olâ redneck reason I do
I still wear my beat up boots and my olâ worn out jeans
I still say the blessinâ when I sit down to eat
You can bet I mind my manners
Every time my Mama walks in the room
Some folks donât think that matters
But for some olâ redneck reason I do
For some olâ redneck reason
Sometimes I get the feelinâ
Maybe I give too much of a damn
Iâm a little olâ fashioned leaninâ
Out of style and out of season
But I reckon thatâs just the way I am
Sometimes I lay here thinkinâ âbout the good times that we had
Wonder why it all went wrong the night it all went bad
And I probably shouldnât call you up thinking
I can patch things up with you
Oh but when I get to drinking
For some olâ redneck reason I do
For some olâ redneck reason
Sometimes I get the feelinâ
Maybe I give too much of a damn
Iâm a little olâ fashioned leaninâ
Out of style and out of season
But I reckon thatâs just the way I am
Oh how you feel about it Charlie?
I was standing beside a couple teenage kids at a high school football game
They didnât take their hats off when the anthem was played
And I felt like jerking a knot in their tails
For disrespecting that olâ red white and blue
Well now maybe I shouldnât get fightinâ mad
But for some olâ redneck reason I do