No, we don't fit in with that white collar crowd
We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud
Songwriters: Wayland Holyfield, Bob Mcdill, Chuck Neese
With my rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The four thirty crowd is about to arrive
And the cigarette smoke kinda hangs in the air
With my rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
With my rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
The juke box is playin', there stands the glass
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
The bar-maid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
A cowboy is cursin' the pinball machine
We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud
The sun's goin' down and we'll all soon be here
The semis are passing on the highway outside
Publishers: JACK MUSIC INCORPORATED, JANDO MUSIC, UNIVERSAL-POLYGRAM INT'L PUB INC
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
With my rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
And some guy on the phone says, "I'll be home soon, dear"
A drunk at the bar is gettin' noisy and mean
No, we don't fit in with that white collar crowd