| Outta of the woods, outta of the shacks |
| From across the tracks in their Pontiacs |
| Jump back… the bubbas are comin' |
| No more shuck an' jive |
| Rebels yell for the honky-tonk life |
| Layin' out all night, the neon lights |
| The bar fights an' gettin bug-eye wild… |
| Run but you can’t hide |
| Hey, hey we gotta say… |
| Redneck revolution |
| A long time comin' |
| We are resurrectin' the institution |
| So if you want a little more information |
| Tune in to your redneck radio station |
| Ha aw |
| Come on down here, Yankee man, to Dixieland… |
| We’ll stick beer in your hand, join the band |
| Let the good times roll |
| An' show you outlaw pride |
| We don’t give a damn what religion or race |
| We don’t hate |
| Grab you a plate, an' get a taste |
| We’re servin' it up, y’all… hot apple pie |
| Hey, hey we gotta say: |
| Redneck revolution |
| A long time comin' |
| We are resurrectin' the institution |
| So if you want a little more information |
| Tune in to your redneck radio station |
| We want you |
| We want you |
| Come on… we want you |
| An' you, an' you, an' you, an' you, an' you |
| We gotta say: |
| Redneck revolution |
| A long time comin' |
| We are resurrectin' the institution |
| So if you want a little more information |
| Tune in to your redneck radio station |
| We gotta say: |
| The redneck revolution |
| The redneck revolution |
| Yeah, the redneck revolution |
| The redneck revolution |