Lyrics

They don't drink much beer where I come from
A martini bar isn't my idea of fun
'Cause there ain't no honky tonks near the Hudson
I'm a misplaced redneck boy, wondering where did I come from
Mama likes Liberace I like George Jones
Sis shops for Versace, Papa's selling loans
When I do two-step in my room alone
I get Jones on for that red-eye gravy with a side of some corn pone
I'm a Northern State Born Redneck Country Hick
This New York life is just not my first pick
I wanna live in country style
I'll be a good ole boy gone wild
I'll go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Born Redneck Country Hick
My friends say I should marry Ann Marie
Well I don't know she's not my cup of tea
I want a country girl in faded old blue jeans
Someone who could rock my world and drive me to my knees
I don't give a rats 'bout a Mercedes
Or fashion magazine inspired ladies
I wanna wife at home raising all our lovely babies
In Texas maybe Arkansas or even Tennessee
I'm a Northern State Born Redneck Country Hick
This New York life is just not my first pick
I wanna live in country style
I'll be a good ole boy gone wild
I'll go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Born Redneck Country Hick
I'm a Northern State Born Redneck Country Hick
This New York life is just not my first pick
I wanna live in country style
I'll be a good ole boy gone wild
I'll go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Born Redneck Country Hick
I wanna live in country style
I'll be a good ole boy gone wild
I'll go rent a pick-up truck, drink beer till I'm sick
'Cause I'm a Northern State Born Redneck Country Hick