We grow tobacco and we drive trucks We k** whitetails and greenhead ducks Drive our four wheelers down the main road And break out our sleds when it gets cold We got back roads n'four-wheel-drives We got tailgates on a Friday night It's a half hour from my front door To a Walmart or a grocery store What you all don't understand It ain't all about the Southern man Cause we got outlaws and we got Hicks We got honkytonks out in the sticks We love our whiskey and we love our homegrown God damn it's good to be home We wear Carhart we don't wear suits We wear square toes and Chippewa boots And we all know where we come from We'll be right here when it's done What you all don't understand A southern drawl don't make a man Because we got family living out in these woods We got pride and a sense of what's good And we all got dirt on our hands It's a song for the workingman We get up early and we work third shift Pay our taxes and protect our kids And we've all got dirt on our hands There's rednecks north of the Mason Dixon There's Rednecks north of the Mason Dixon I'm from the north son you're from the south Straight out the trailer fresh off the plow You got your Chevy parked next to my Ford And the colors flying high at your door I got a shotgun fill it with shells You got a Bible but I'll see you in hell We ain't that different son you and me Trying to make it in the land of the free What y'all don't understand It ain't all about the southern man Cause we got family living out in these woods We got pride and a sense of what's good We all got dirt on our hands It's a song for the workingman We get up early and we work third shift Pay our taxes and protect our kids And we all got dirt on our hands We're the rednecks north of the Mason Dixon We're the rednecks north of the Mason Dixon