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REDNECKS, WHITE SOCKS AND BLUE RIBBON BEER |
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Writers Bob McDill, Wayland Holyfield, Chuck Neese |
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There's no place that I'd rather be than right here |
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With my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer |
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The barmaid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass |
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The juke box is playin' there stands the glass |
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And the cigarette smoke kind-a hangs in the air |
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Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer |
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A cow-boy is cussin' the pin-ball ma-chine |
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A drunk at the bar is get-tin' noisy and mean |
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And, some guy on the phone says ill be home soon dear |
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Red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer |
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CHORUS: |
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No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd |
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We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud |
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There's no place that I'd rather be than right here |
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With my red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer |
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The semis are passing on the highway outside |
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The four thirty crowd is about to arrive |
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The sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here |
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Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer |
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REPEAT CHORUS |
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There's no place that I'd rather be than right here |
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With my red-necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer |
