Lyrics

Come on
Boy, quit bothering him, dude
Come on
I ain't got a pool to keep me cool
In the summertime when it's hot
I got a pond in the back full of bass and cats and night crawlers
I ain't got a shot
I'll take this truck slapped covered in mud
It's a second-hand, hand-me-down from my daddy
Ain't gotta have a Benz or the latest trends to fit in or make me happy
I got a couple hundred acres
Ain't got no neighbors anywhere near here
To give a damn
If I blow shit up when I shoot my gun
And crank Free Bird at 3 a.m
You might think I ain't got a thing
But the truth of the matter is
I'm redneck rich
I ain't got an alarm, but the dog's gonna bark
If you come up a little too close
We ain't filtered, and our water ain't either
No, I don't mind drinking from a hose
And since we're talking about drinking
You've got me thinking
I ain't ever spent a dime on the store-bought kind
Out the ground it goes
Through a pipe it flows
Got a buddy named Bubba
Running my shop
I got a couple hundred acres
Ain't got no neighbors anywhere near here
To give a damn
If I blow shit up when I shoot my gun
And crank Free Bird at 3 a.m
You might think I ain't got a thing
But the truth of the matter is
I'm redneck rich
I got a couple hundred acres
Ain't got no neighbors anywhere near here
To give a damn if I blow shit up when I shoot my gun
And crank Free Bird at 3 a.m
You might think I ain't got a thing
But the truth of the matter is
Yeah, you might think I ain't got a damn thing
But the truth of the matter is
I'm redneck rich
Yeah, I'm redneck rich
I'm redneck rich
Written by: Blaine Younger, Cody Parks Hutchings, Dawson Edwards
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