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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lacs
The Lacs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian King
Brian King
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Clay Sharpe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brock Berryhill
Brock Berryhill
Producer
Evan Coffman
Evan Coffman
Producer
Wes Nyle
Wes Nyle
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Just a redneck rockstar
[Verse 2]
You gotta give it some balls, turn up the gain
Piss off the law, noise complaint
Ain't nothin' much gonna shut me up
Two trails in the back, bump and kickin' up mud
Put the pedal to the metal, better hope you can drive
But he ain't lettin' up till I'm ahead of the line
Gotta yell just like a rebel with a belly of shine
Got me bouncin' 'round the spot, it'll be a hell of a night
I'm a revved up rowdy ass rebel from the woods
Got girls, got drink, man, you know it's all good
Make noise for them boys workin' hard for the money
Kinda strange but the same kinda country
[Verse 3]
I'm a dope boy with a big mouth
I can blend right in with a loud ass crowd
Party people come and unwound
Gonna open up the thought of when the sun goes down
Ain't hurtin' a thing, so why not?
Turn up the tunes and line up the shots
Take it to the woods when we leave the bar
Can't stop, gotta party like a redneck rockstar
[Verse 4]
We just some redneck rockstars
We just some redneck rockstars
[Verse 5]
We got 35 girls in a motel pool
Security don't trip, they just say that's cool
The city folk start callin' and causin' a fuss
We'll take our party to the back of the bus
See, we're redneck folks, country as a coon dog
We was raised in the fields and the pool house
You might catch me in the camouflaged bathrobe
Lookin' like Hugh Hefner of them backroads
We like Waylon, Hank and Cash
David Allan Coe and a little bit of Slash
We say yes ma'am and cuss and fight
And when the sun goes down, we'll party all night
[Verse 6]
Dope boy with a big mouth
I can blend right in with a loud ass crowd
Party people come and unwound
Gonna open up the thought of when the sun goes down
Ain't hurtin' a thing, so why not?
Turn up the tunes and line up the shots
Take it to the woods when we leave the bar
Can't stop, gotta party like a redneck rockstar
[Verse 7]
We just some redneck rockstars
We just some redneck rockstars
[Verse 8]
Redneck rockstar
Hittin' the four-wheel drive, let the rebel flag fly
Redneck rockstar
Crank it up loud, makin' J. Cash proud
And there ain't no red carpets here
Can't see lights, no chandeliers
Roads are dusted, drinks are clear
No rules, uncut, throw it down, live it up
[Verse 9]
Dope boy with a big mouth
I can blend right in with a loud ass crowd
Party people come and unwound
We gonna open up the thought of when the sun goes down
Ain't hurtin' a thing, so why not?
Turn up the tunes and line up the shots
Take it to the woods when we leave the bar
Can't stop, gotta party like a redneck rockstar
[Verse 10]
We just some redneck rockstars
We just some redneck rockstars
Written by: Brian King, Clay Sharpe
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