Frank Foster - Blue Collar Boys lyrics

Well I'm poor boy proud I like to get loud I run with a redneck rough and rowdey crowd You got your friends I got mine Yea I get by, by working in the sun Picking guitar grocery shopping with a gun Use a scope if you aint drug a buck up in a four wheel drive And we don't need no caviar and no high dollar wine And got cornbread sweet tea and brown patch moonshine Chorus We gone turn it on Crank it up Ice down some crown in a dixie cup Get back in the pines and lose our minds Turn it loose and get it right Were all about a down south saturday night And we working hard and making noise Blue Collar Boys Verse 2 Best get out my way first day from off shore Cause I'm gonna ride around I'm gone ride somemore And I'll be bumping bocephus out the speakers of my 4X4 Call up my country queen my dixieland delight With cut offs and horka boots and cheater pipe tight Nicknamed the Florida mile cause she's out of sight I get so high when she's by my side Feel like I'm floating thru the air like cloud deglide Got on my boots and spurs cause no on heard she gone let me grind Chorus Bridge A yankee slicker from up in New York Down on music road trying to tell me how to be a countryboy Excuse me sir but have you lost your mind Yea take your shiny shoes and your suit and tie And toat your a** back north of the mason dixon line And don't forget your pen cause I aint gone sign CHORUS