Tearing up the earth and knocking down those cornrowsnPlowboy and mule and a size twelve steel toenWorkin' up a sweat, gonna meet her at the fishin' holenShe got the bait and I'll bring the cane polennLet down the tailgatenAnd tonight she gon' get home latennYeah, yeah, you call us hicks from the sticksnWe don't really give a shitnHell yeah, little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and brednReal live southern pride and country 'til the day we diennStyrofoam cooler keeping all them beers coldnLights on a roll bar shining down a dirt roadnPontoons tied up right up to the floating docknGirls keep it bouncin', dancin', goin' non-stopnnWhen it gets hotternWe naked in the waternnYeah, yeah, you call us hicks from the sticksnWe don't really give a shitnHell yeah, little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and brednReal live southern pride and country 'til the day we diennYeah, yeah, I'm proud of where I come from, nonnYeah, yeah, you call us hicks from the sticksnWe don't really give a shitnWell, hell yeah, little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and brednnYeah, you call us hicks from the sticksnWe don't really give a shitnWell, hell yeah, little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and brednReal live southern pride, well, my daddy sure did raise me rightnNah, we ain't scared to fight 'cause we're country 'til the day we die