On The Redneck Riviera

Some people were born rich
I was born a poor son of a ****
In an Alabamy bar ditch, that’s where I got my name
We never had no fancy stuff
We had a lot of barely enough
I want to tell you I was raised tough
And So I remain

Them shrimp taste fine when you net them
Red fish, well we’re glad to get them
I want to listen to the radio
That old station from Mexico
Driving piling with a steam hammer
Drinking beer at the Florabama
I could stay right here forever
On the Redneck Riviera

Walking barefoot on the sugar sands
I got a cold beer in my hand
I never want to live another way
It’s just another perfect day
Watching dolphins swimming by
As the sun runs across the sky
I could stay right here forever
On the Redneck Riviera