Well, I aint never been the Barbie doll type.
No, I can't swig that sweet champagne:
I'd rather drink beer all night,
In a tavern or in a honky tonk.
I want a four-wheel drive tailgate.
I've got posters on my wall of Skynrd, Kid and Strait.
Some people look down on me,
But I don't give a rip.
I stand bare-footed in my own front yard,
With a baby in on my hip.

'Cause I'm redneck woman, an' I aint no high class broad.
I'm just a product of my raisin': I say: "Hey y'all" and "Yee Haw!"
An' I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long.
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song.
So here's to all my sisters, out there, keeping it country.
Let me get a big "Hell, Yeah" from the redneck girls like me:
Hell, Yeah.
(Hell, Yeah.)

"Victoria's Secret", well, their stuff's real nice.
Oh, but I can buy the same damn thing,
On a Wal-Mart shelf, half price.
And still look sexy, (Sexy.)
Just as sexy,
As those models on TV.
No, I don't need no designer tag,
To make my men want me.
You might think I'm trashy:
A little too hard core.
But in my neck of the woods,
I'm just the girl next door.

Baby, I'm redneck woman, an' I aint no high class broad.
I'm just a product of my raisin': I say: "Hey y'all" and "Yee Haw!"
An' I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long.
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song.
So here's to all my sisters, out there, keeping it country.
Let me get a big "Hell, Yeah" from the redneck girls like me:
Hell, Yeah.
(Hell, Yeah.)

I'm a redneck woman, an' I aint no high class broad.
I'm just a product of my raisin': I say: "Hey y'all" and "Yee Haw!"
An' I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long.
And I know all the words to every ol' Bo Cephus song.
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country.
Let me get a big "Hell, yeah" from the redneck girls like me:
(Hell, yeah.)