PUNK ROCK REDNECK (Gabe Zander/BMI) 2001

(Fast Hillbilly Breakdown beat)

                G                              C
Well, I've done everything I could to earn you callin' me
  G                               D
A black sheep and a troublemaker, too
  Em                                     C
I turned out different; who knows, maybe crazy
          G                D                    G
But thank God, at least, I didn't turn out like you

Well, my Dad knows these old hills like it ain't nothin' 
My Mama; she can rip you right in two
Now, don't you come around if you mean trouble
'Cause not to brag, but I'll make short work of you 

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     Em              C                  G            D
Oh, "Take life as it comes, son; let it roll, let it roll"
        C                        D             G
Are the smartest words that were ever spoke to me
    C                                G
And growing up like that'd be makin' anyone
  C                 D               G
A Punk Rock Redneck White-Bread S.O.B.

Well, one night, I was playin' out in some barroom
By the time I got done, I was just a little drunk
And I heard some dumb hick whisper "He ain't Country"
To this dork from the City who replied, "He ain't Punk"

Well, I've slept upon the streets in old Manhattan
And in the woods around the Appalacian Trail
Sometimes I've blown wherever the wind would take me
When I wasn't stuck in some two-bit County Jail

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(breaks)

Well, I've done everything I could to earn you callin' me
A black sheep and a troublemaker too
I turned out different; who knows, maybe crazy
But thank God, at least, I didn't turn out like you

Well the guys don't like the dirty looks I give em
And the girls don't like my violent tendencies
But there's a fine place in the hearts of many
For a Punk Rock Redneck White Bread S.O.B.

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