I’m a redneck blue-blooded American
Rather drive my pick-up than a Mercedes
Want my gals in Levis not fancy dresses
Like them real instead of sophisticated

I can shoot a deer through the eye at 500 paces
I don’t like talkin’ politics or debating, ya’ll
I like hillbilly music and watching Nascar races
Like my catfish friend, not raw and rolled in rice balls

Sure like pickin’ on my banjo and my guitar
Line dancing `till two at the local bare
My buds are all rough and rowdy pool-shootin’ guys
And we ain’t got o up-tight, straight-laced, prudish gals

I was born and reared here in the Deep South
Got white lightening running through my veins
Always got a tooth pick in my mouth
It’s called, “dessert” by us hillbilly brains

I’m a blue-blooded American and I’m a redneck
Workin’ real hard trying to make a livin’
Having a lot of fun every Saturday night
And then feeling like Hell come Sunday morning

I’m just a redneck blue-blooded American
And I’m right proud to be one
And I’m right proud to be one

Listen to me children
They won’t see your light
If it’s hidden under a barrel
Clean out of sight

Listen to me children
Listen to what I say
For evil to triumph
All ya gotta do
Is look away

Listen to me children
Please stop the harm
Don’t put that needle
Into your arm

Listen to me children
I see your plight
Sometimes you gotta fight
Sometimes it’s right

Listen to me children
Hear what I say
You ain’t getting’ to Heaven
Acting that way

Listen to me children
Listen to me speak
Knock the door will open
And you’ll find what you seek

Listen to me children
I’m the past generation
Life lesson learned the hard way
Listen to me children hear what I have to say

Listen, listen, listen

Clouds gettin’ black
Boiling cloud and lightenin’ strikes
Someone’s gonna cry tonight
Someone’s gonna cry tonight

Little thing often add up to a lot
You can die from a lot of tiny cuts
Broke my heart right in two
Tears mixing with the pouring rain

Clouds gettin’ black
Boiling clouds and lightenin’ strikes

Can’t take back those cruel words
Can’t take away all the pain
It’s the same ole song, same ole game
Wind’s blowin’ wind’s howlin’

Someone’s gonna cry tonight
Break a heart

Some’s gonna cry tonight
Seems love comes to me only
Only on a temporary basis
Too many lies, too many lies

Tears blurring out the rain
Seems no change; no sunlight
Loneliness of days and nights
No one around to share my plight

Clouds getting’ black
Boiling clouds and lightenin’ strikes
Someone’s gonna cry tonight
Someone’s gonna break a heart

I close my eyes and look into my heart
And there you are where you’ve been from the start
I love you long before you knew who I was
But no you tell me that you knew and loved me too

Both of us hurting from a rejection
When you’ve been hurt and had a broken heart
Both of us afraid to make that first move
We’re at the same party and I shake your hand

I shook your hand I looked into your eyes I knew I knew
That was years ago, two wonderful decades it’s true
Love must be protected in order to grow and thrive
Never take it for granted work at keeping it alive

This we learned from our first love’s rejection
Once bitten then twice shy to start a new relation
Every day now we make it a celebration
Never failing to hug each other and spend time together

Never let love be taken for granted
Or in time it will wither on the vine
Start your days with a morning kiss so fine
At day’s end fall asleep with each other in mind

A love that will last a lifetime needs blissfulness
Never let it die for lack of happiness
Growing old together takes patience and thoughtfulness
Mean what you say and say it over and over again

“I love you, Sweetheart
For all of my life
I love you, my dear
Please have not fear

Invite a country road to lunch
Find a shady spot by a creek
Spread your quilt and picnic out
The creek will sing to you without a doubt

Invite a country road to lunch
Slip off your shoes-slip off those shoes
Step gently into that cold creek
It’s a country respite for us all

Invite a country road to lunch
Lean up against that tree
Rest your weariness-your soul to keep
Life is too short not to take the time

So invite a country road to lunch
I love the barns-the new or fallen down
I love wild flowers in fields astounding
I love seeing ole folks sittin’ on their porches

Invite a country road to lunch
And share it with a friend
No café could ever be better
The scenes, smells, sounds of Mother Nature

Invite a country road to lunch
Invite a country road to lunch
It’s one of life’s simple pleasures
It’s one of life’s simple pleasures

I’m just a hillbilly girl from the Sticks
And I am proud, right proud of it
Now most girls from the South will say
They are Southern Belles—but not me, no way
I’m just a hillbilly girl from the Sticks

I can muck out a barn
Chop a field of corn
Pluck a chicken clean and
Pick cotton all day in the sun

I’m just a hillbilly girl from the Sticks
Would much rather go barefoot than wear shoes
Most of the time prefer flannel shirts over silk and
I can sew a pretty fine quilt
I’m just a hillbilly girl from the Sticks

Most hillbilly girls can drive a John Deere as well as a Ford
Most would rather have a bottle of beer than wine and
We do the Texas Two Step just fine
A hillbilly girl from the Sticks you should find
Just a hillbilly girl from the Sticks