Not much for a city boy but the women are fine and my sauce is soy
Can't call myself a country man cause I sit on my ass and don't work my land
One of these days I'll give a damn, till then well I am what I am
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt they took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault
Finna bet on some horses at the track, drive into Brooklyn ain't never coming back
Tims on the ground in the concrete jungle, might get into a little rumble
Ain't nothin but a high tailin man, bred on the farm so I work with my hands
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt
They took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault, Yeah It ain't my fault
Got a car in the front but a truck in the back
And I like the New York Mets and my cowboy hats
Might drink my Henny in a wine glass, step to me and I'll kick yo f*cken ass
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt
They took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault
NY Redneck Video (MV)
Performed By: The Sidewalk Slammers
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Daniel Janousek, Samuel Janousek
The Sidewalk Slammers - NY Redneck Lyrics
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Not much for a city boy but the women are fine and my sauce is soy
Can't call myself a country man cause I sit on my ass and don't work my land
One of these days I'll give a damn, till then well I am what I am
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt they took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault
Finna bet on some horses at the track, drive into Brooklyn ain't never coming back
Tims on the ground in the concrete jungle, might get into a little rumble
Ain't nothin but a high tailin man, bred on the farm so I work with my hands
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt
They took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault, Yeah It ain't my fault
Got a car in the front but a truck in the back
And I like the New York Mets and my cowboy hats
Might drink my Henny in a wine glass, step to me and I'll kick yo f*cken ass
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt
They took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault
Can't call myself a country man cause I sit on my ass and don't work my land
One of these days I'll give a damn, till then well I am what I am
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt they took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault
Finna bet on some horses at the track, drive into Brooklyn ain't never coming back
Tims on the ground in the concrete jungle, might get into a little rumble
Ain't nothin but a high tailin man, bred on the farm so I work with my hands
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt
They took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault, Yeah It ain't my fault
Got a car in the front but a truck in the back
And I like the New York Mets and my cowboy hats
Might drink my Henny in a wine glass, step to me and I'll kick yo f*cken ass
Just call me a New York Redneck
Where's the banjo play that play that Bela Fleck
And I might be high class but my liquor is malt
They took my land so it ain't my fault
Just call me New York Redneck
Ain't my fault, It ain't my fault
Writer: Daniel Janousek, Samuel Janousek
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