Red Neck Level

Fancy words are comin’ out of your mouth
I ain’t too sure what your talkin’ about
I’m tryin’ real hard just to understand
But you’ve got to realize I’m a simple man
I ain’t a lawyer, I’m just a rebel
So, bring it on down to the redneck level

I haven’t bought a computer yet
And I ain’t never surfed on the internet
You won’t find me sittin’ home every night
‘cause honky-tonk dancin’ is what I like
As for beer, you better give me several
To Bring it on down to the redneck level

Chorus
The redneck level is the bottom line
It’s what everybody understands all the time
So, don’t talk to me like a silver tongued devil
Just bring it on down to the redneck level

I like Sunday dinner with all my clan
I like cornbread cooked in an old black pan I like fishin’ and tyin’ flies
Wide open spaces and starry skies
I get in the truck, put the pedal to the metal
To bring it on down to the redneck level