There's no place that i'd rather be than right here
with my red necks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
the bar-maid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
the juke box is play-in' there stands the glass
and the cigarette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer
A cowboy is cusin' the pinball machine
a drunk at the bar is get-tin' nois-y and mean
and, some guy on the phone says ill be home soon dear
red-necks white socks and blue ribbion beerno we don't fit in with that white collar crowd
we're a little too row-dy and a little too loud
there's no place that i'd rather be than right here
with my red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer
The sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side
the four thir-ty crowd is a-bout to ar-rive
the sun's go-in' down and we'll all soon be here
red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
there's no place that i'd rather be than right here
with my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer