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 beer
CHORUS:
No 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
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There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
Writer(s): Bob Mcdill, Wayland D. Holyfield, Charles G. Iii Neese
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