Son of the South Songtext
von Aikka Hakala & Bandits

I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records
Just as loud as they will go
I′m into Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Allman Brothers an' David Allan Coe

I like Willie, Waylon, George an′ Merle
An' a lot of ZZ Top
They play country, soul with some rock 'n′ roll
An′ I hope they never stop

'Coz I′m a redneck
Rock 'n′ roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around

I′m gonna drink a couple dozen beers
An' go out an' jam some gears
I′m a long haired redneck
Rock ′n' roll son of the south

I′ve got a 1965 Harley chopper
It sure makes those women stare
I got a dead flamingo wrapped around
This cowboy hat I wear


Well, I can cuss, fight, spit, belch
An' raise all kinds of hell
If you ride to live like I live to ride
Let me hear that rebel yell

′Coz I'm a redneck
Rock ′n' roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave disco bands around

I′m gonna drink me a couple dozen beers
An′ go out an' jam some gears
′Coz I'm a long haired redneck
Rock ′n' roll son of the south

I like my whiskey straight up
Daqueris makes me ill
If someone touches my Stetson hat
I get mad enough to kill

I got a rifle rack in my pickup truck
I′m a four wheelin' maniac
If you wanna race, you just name the place
An' I′ll show you where it′s at

'Coz I′m a redneck
Rock 'n′ roll son of the south
I don't like no new wave techno bands around


I′m gonna drink a couple dozen beers
An' go out an' jam some gears
′Coz I′m a long haired redneck
Rock 'n′ roll son of the south

Yeah, I'm a long haired redneck
Rock ′n' roll son of the south
Yeah, I′m a long haired redneck
Rock 'n' roll son of the south