Lyrics

Red-neck Riviera
Written by Thomas Michael Riley

Eastern Mississippi; southern Alabam?;
In the panahandle of Florida;
Covered in white sand;
In between the condos and those million dollar homes;
There?s a campground on the ocean;
Where all the real people go;

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On the red-neck Riviera;
Welcome to the Promised Land;
Unhitch the trailer from my pick-up;
Put a cold one in my hand;
I don?t need no fancy high-rise;
I?m living off the land;
Got all I?ll ever need;
My family?s here with me;
My castle?s in the sand;

Roll out the carpet grass; pull the awnings down for shade;
String up those jalapeno Christmas lights;
Our home is looking great!
Pull down the ice chest and the lawn chairs;
Put on shades and sunscreen too;
Stake out a little piece of real estate;
Low monthly payments, lord, what a view!

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Campfire biscuits for breakfast; tonight we?ll barbecue;
We?ll play all day along the beaches, just like all the rich folks do;
Tonight we?re fishing off the jetty; counting stars until the dawn;
Grab that fishing pole tighter son;
I think you?ve got a big one on!

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C P Thomas Michael Publishing BMI