Rednecks, White Socks, and Blue Ribbon Beer
by Bob McDill, Chuck Neese, and Wayland Holyfield

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my rednecks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

The barmaid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass.
The jukebox is playin' ``There Stands the Glass''.
The cigarette smoke kinda hangs in the air.
Red necks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

A cowboy is cussin' the pinball machine.
A drunk at the bar's gettin' noisy and mean.
Some guy on the phone says ``I'll be home soon, dear''.
Red necks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

    No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd.
    We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud.
    But there's no place that I'd rather be than right here
    With my rednecks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

The semis are passin' on the highway outside.
The four-thirty crowd is about to arrive.
The sun's goin' down and we'll all soon be here.
Red necks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

    No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd.
    We're a little too rowdy, and a little too loud.
    But there's no place that I'd rather be than right here
    With my rednecks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my rednecks, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.