Submit corrections Come Back As A Redneck Lyrics - Morgan Wallen, HARDY

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[Verse 1: HARDY] Hey, Mr. City Man Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck Feed in the back, spittin' in my cup Both our tags say Tennessee I don't know you, I know you don't know me But if this red light didn't have to change, I'd have time to say

[Chorus: HARDY] When you die, I hope you come back as a redneck I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench Drive across the county just to hook up a winch Revel in the pride of a simple man Maybe then you'll understand, oh

[Verse 2: Morgan Wallen] I didn't choosе my raisin', and you didn't choose yours You work in four walls, and I'm workin' 4x4s We ain't as differеnt as you think we is But I didn't pull up sayin', "Won't ya look at that born-rich Fed with a silver spoon, trust fund kid" Like you did See Morgan Wallen Live Get tickets as low as $89

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[Chorus: Morgan Wallen] So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench Drive across the county just to hook up a winch Revel in the pride of a simple man Maybe then you'll understand

[Bridge: HARDY & Morgan Wallen] Why we say grace Why we hold hands Keep your shotgun right by the nightstand And why we love a good rain comin' down And never leave these so-called backward backwood Good for nothin' hillbillies hick towns

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen, HARDY, Both] So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck And when you can't, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two Yes, you do Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench Drive across the county just to hook up a winch Revel in the pride of a simple man Maybe then you'll understand Oh Yeah, then you'll understand