REDNECK WOMAN
Gretchen Wilson, John Rich

Well, I ain't never been the Barbie Doll type.
No, I can't swig that sweet champagne. I'd rather drink beer all night,
In a tavern or in a honky-tonk, or on a 4-wheel-drive tailgate.
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid, and Strait.
Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip.
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby on my hip.

CHORUS: 'Cause I'm a redneck woman. I ain't no high-class broad.
I'm just a product of my raisin'. I say, "Hey, y'all" and "Yee haw!"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long,
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels* song.
So here's to all my sisters out there keepin' it country.
Let me get a big "Hell, yeah!" from the redneck girls like me.
Hell, yeah! (Hell, yeah!)

Victoria's Secret, well, their stuff's real nice,
Oh, but I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf half price,
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV.
No, I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me.
You might think I'm trashy, a little too hard-core,
But in my neck of the woods, I'm just the girl next door.

(CHORUS TWICE)

[*On 2nd chorus, substitute "Tanya Tucker"; on 3rd, "Old Bocephus".]

[As sung by Gretchen Wilson on "Here for the Party," Epic CD 90903, 2004.]