Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock See I grew up in a single wide with a poster of Kid Rock And when you start out from the bottom, Son, you scream when you're on top From a muddy truck, to a shiny bus, to a twin turbo jet The odds are always stacked against me But there ain't nothin' stopped me yet 'Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat when I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me Ohh, yeah, that's right, check it See I got the hottest women that this world has ever seen And I married that girl on a farm in the country Underneath a magnolia tree A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio Soo we bumped it up to a master track And we took it out on the road And before I knew it There was platinum records up hangin' on my wall And I thank God every day I'm a member of the Grand Ole Opry Y'all 'Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat when I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me Alright, ohh, yeah Now all the people in the front say oh yeah (Oh yeah) Now all the people in the back say alright (Alright) Now put your right hand and your left hand up Back and forth, let me see you all night See I share the wealth and I share the blessings 'Cause the blessings were given to me And I give my thanks And all oof my praise to a God that I can't see 'Cause I make money, I make music I got swagger and I use it Cowboy hat if I feel it Feather in the back, Zebco reelin' Skip from a Bentley to a 350 I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee And I was raised not to care what people say about me Alright We raised up on that Hank Jr 83, son Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air Now somebody scream