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Aw, yeah
What's up, honey?
I see you lookin' at me
Nah, man, I think she's lookin' at me
Well let's find out
Friday, I'm feelin' rich
Saturday night, I'm spendin' it
Sunday, sun up, still at the bar
Like a redneck rockstar (Rockstar)
Monday, I'm broke again
Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm beggin' friends
On Thursday payday's so damn far
I'm a redneck rockstar (Rockstar)
Redneck rockstar, cashin' my check on a Friday
Ballin' out the same night, go ahead tap the keg
I'll get drunk off the ladies who stay twerkin' up in the denim
I waste money on gasoline at the 7-Eleven
A couple cans of tobacco and a case of the good-good
I'll be in the cut Silverado, rockin' the Cowl hood
All I do is bust my ass from sun up to sun down
To put the green in my pocket, pay bills and smoke loud
It's that backwoods, gotta get it by any means kind of livin'
I've junked metal, painted houses, done some crooked shit even
But I ain't even gonna lie, I spend dollars on good times
So grab the jar of moonshine and put some gas on the fire, ha
Friday, I'm feelin' rich
Saturday night, I'm spendin' it
Sunday, sun up, still at the bar
Like a redneck rockstar (Rockstar)
Monday, I'm broke again
Tuesday, Wednesday, I'm beggin' friends
On Thursday payday's so damn far
I'm a redneck rockstar (Rockstar)
I stay cruisin' the backroads of my own hometown
Tailgatin' in tall grass, sippin' on that brown
Deep in the co-co-country, yeah, that's where I'm found
Where your iPhone don't get service in a small ass town
In the holler it goes down, southern belles gettin' wild
Dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
Saturday night I'm knee slappin' to Alan Jackson
With Coca Cola and a splash of Jack in the action, let's make it happen
About dead on Sunday, but still make it to church
Rollin' into work hungover, and my damn back hurts