Из альбома: Allowed to Be Loud
I’m redneck, white trash straight out of the trailer man
I’m dirty I ain’t gonna lie
Got clothes out in the yard
Watching me some NASCAR
A country boy Dixie fried
Dixie Fried, come inside some redneck nation
Join the ride, come on
I’m white trash you can call me that
I’m Dixie Fried as a matter of fact
There’s a dog in the yard on a twenty-foot chain
Lying in the back where the dirty hoes hang
I ain’t cutting grasses
But that okay and I’m telling you why
I’m a redneck, a trailer park king
My backyard ain’t missing a thing
Above-ground pool makes the babes drool
Outdoor shower and a homemade tumbler stool
Yes sir I got a car in the back
Sitting on boxes and a '64 Cadillac
Get aside but you don’t drive
This is how you know I’m Dixie Fried
This is the way we like, the way we live
It’s the way we eat, how we raise our kids
You can call us trash, yeah we ain’t smart
But I made a home-barb from a Walmart shopping cart
I know you city folks getting mad at me
I’m a Pall Mall tow
Making fun at my overall tan
Sitting back and smile with a lighter in my hand
Stitch of cold in the yard
TV on and I’m watching me some NASCAR
Box fan blows right in my face
And I hope there’a wreck somewhere in the race
The whole town know we’re sittin' outside
Old ladies in the kitchen cookin' us some burgers and home fries
Oh oh here they go again
We’re Dixie Fried bring all your friends
Brahma bull
Speak the truth
Camo shorts
Steel toed boots
Trucker heads
Drink in hand
The trailer park is my island man
Wife and kids I won the prize
Redneck, white trash Dixie Fried
Nation of rednecks stand up strong
Dixie Fried Sing along