MARK209 - H.R.S.R.C.C. (Hillbilly Redneck Southern Rebel Country Club) Lyrics

Friday night and I'm all packed up
Got a cooler in the back of my pickup truck
I'm lake bound headed down highway 65
I pull up to the gate my buds all waitin'
Trucks lined up in a row and were all tailgatin'
Gonna have a 4 wheelin' skinny dippin' campin' real good time
Way back in the country where the huntin' and the fishin' is just right
Do a little mud boggin' pitch a tent around the fire tonight
We're a social society of Leonard Skynyrd wannabe's
Party out loud till the sun comes up
Ain't nothin' like the H R S R double C
Hillbilly Redneck Southern Rebel Country Club
We got girls in cut off daisy duke jeans
Evel Knievels with most of their teeth
Gun recks - 6 packs - boots and Red Man chew
We get a little rowdy crazy and wild
When we can't find Hank on the radio dial
Ain't no trouble we can't get into
Like a water ski'in' - swingin' on a rope hangin' from an oak tree
A little back flippin' off the dock nothin's too crazy for me
We're a social society of Leonard Skynyrd wannabe's
Party out loud till the sun comes up
Ain't nothin' like the H R S R double C
Hillbilly Redneck Southern Rebel Country Club
Ain't no city folk ever gonna come close to understanding us
Not one bit
We do things our way yours is the wrong way and we don't take no
We're a social society of Leonard Skynyrd wannabe's
Party out loud till the sun comes up
Ain't nothin' like the H R S R double C
Hillbilly Redneck Southern Rebel Country
Social society of Leonard Skynyrd wannabe's
Party out loud till the sun comes up
Ain't nothin' like the H R S R double C
Hillbilly Redneck Southern Rebel Country Club
Southern Rebel Country Club