Come Back As A Redneck Lyrics – Morgan Wallen, HARDY

Read the complete Come Back As A Redneck Lyrics by Morgan Wallen along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Morgan Wallen’s music, you can also explore Don’t We and I Got Better, two other songs by Morgan Wallen.

[Verse 1: Morgan Wallen]
Hey, Mr. City Man
Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand
Rolling your eyes at my beat-up truck
Feed in the back, spitting in my cup
Both our tags say Tennessee
I don’t know you, I know you don’t know me
But if this red light didn’t have to change, I’d have time to say

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]
When you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can’t, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you’ll understand, oh

[Verse 2: Morgan Wallen]
I didn’t choose my raising and you didn’t choose yours
You work in four walls and I’m working 4x4s
We ain’t as different as you think we is
But I didn’t pull up saying, “Won’t ya look at that born-rich fit
With a silver spoon, trust fund kid”
Like you did

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]
So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can’t, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you’ll understand

[Bridge: HARDY]
Why we share grass
Why we hold hands
Keep your shotgun right by the nightstand
Bible of a good grain coming down
And never leave these so-called backward backwood
Good for nothing hillbillies in town

[Chorus: Morgan Wallen]
So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can’t, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
Yes, you do
Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you’ll understand
Oh
Yeah, then you’ll understand