Well I'm poor boy proud
I like to get loud
I run with a redneck rough and rowdy crowd
You got your friends, I got mine

Yeah and I get by by workin' in the Sun
Picking guitar, grocery shopping with a gun
Use a scrub if you ain't drug a buck up in a four wheel drive
And we don't need no caviar and high dollar wine

We got cornbread, sweet tea, and briar patch moonshine
We all know how to have a damn good time
We gonna turn it on, crank it up
Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup
Get back in the pines and lose our minds
And turn it loose and get it right
We're all about a down South Saturday night
And we're workin' hard at makin' noise
Blue collar boys

Best get out my way, first day from offshore
'Cause I'ma ride around, I'm gonna ride some more
And I'll be pumpin' Bocephus out the speakers in my four by four
Call up my country queen, my Dixieland delight
With cutoffs on her caboose, a cheetah vibe type
Nicknamed a quarter mile 'cause she's out of sight

Yeah I get so high when she's by my side
Feel like I'm floating through the air like Clad D' Glag
Got on my boots and spurs
No one heard, she gon' lick me round

And we're gonna turn it on, crank it up
Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup
Get back in the pines and lose our minds
And turn it loose and get it right
We're all about a down South Saturday night
And we're workin' hard at makin' noise
Blue collar boys

Yankee slicker from up in New York
Down on music row trying to tell me how to be a country boy
Excuse me sir, but have you lost your mind?
Take your shiny shoes and your suit and tie
And tote your ass back north of the Mason Dixon line
And don't forget your pen 'cause I ain't gon' sign

We gonna turn it on, crank it up
Pass down the crown in a Dixie cup
Get back in the pines and lose our minds
And turn it loose and get it right
We're all about a down South Saturday night
And we're workin' hard at makin' noise
Blue collar boys
Blue collar boys