[Intro] A2  G  D2  A2  G  D2  A2

[Primera Parte]

A2       G
Hey, Mr. City Man
   D2
Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand
        A2              G
Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck
     D2
Feed in the back, spittin' in my cup
A2                G
Both our tags say Tennessee
  D2
I don't know you, I know you don't know me
       A2                    G
But if this red light didn't have to change
D2
I'd have time to say

[Estribillo]

         A2              G
When you die, I hope you come back
    D2
As a redneck
          A2
I hope it sticks on you
      G             D2
Like a hell-hot sun tattoo
           A2
I hope you break your back
         G             D2
For that barely-get-by paycheck
             A2
And when you can't, you gotta go
       G                 D2
And bloody up a buck or two
A2
Catch the holy ghost
     G
On a pinewood bench
D2
Drive across the county
Just to hook up a winch
A2                      G
Revel in the pride of a simple man
D2                      A2    G D2
Maybe then you'll understand
A2    G D2
Oh

[Segunda Parte]

         A2
I didn't choosе my raisin'
        G
And you didn't choose yours
    D2
You work in four walls
                    A2
And I'm workin' four by fours
                             G
We ain't as differеnt as you think we is
    D2
But I didn't pull up sayin'
"Won't ya look at that born-rich fed
D2
With a silver spoon, trust fund kid"
D2
Like you did

[Estribillo]

         A2              G
When you die, I hope you come back
    D2
As a redneck
          A2
I hope it sticks on you
      G             D2
Like a hell-hot sun tattoo
           A2
I hope you break your back
         G             D2
For that barely-get-by paycheck
             A2
And when you can't, you gotta go
       G                 D2
And bloody up a buck or two
A2
Catch the holy ghost
     G
On a pinewood bench
D2
Drive across the county
Just to hook up a winch
A2                      G
Revel in the pride of a simple man
D2
Maybe then you'll understand

[Puente]

A2
Why we share grass
G
Why we hold hands
D2
Keep your shotgun
Right by the nightstand
A2                     G
And why we love a good rain comin' down
    D2
And never leave these so-called
Backward backwood
D2
Good-for-nothin' hillbilly
Hick towns

[Estribillo]

         A2                 G
So When you die, I hope you come back
    D2
As a redneck
          A2
I hope it sticks on you
      G             D2
Like a hell-hot sun tattoo
           A2
I hope you break your back
         G             D2
For that barely-get-by paycheck
             A2
And when you can't, you gotta go
       G                 D2
And bloody up a buck or two
A2
Catch the holy ghost
     G
On a pinewood bench
D2
Drive across the county
Just to hook up a winch
A2                      G
Revel in the pride of a simple man
D2                      A2    G D2
Maybe then you'll understand
A2    G D2
Oh
                       A2
Yeah, then you'll understand