Lyrics Come Back As A Redneck - Morgan Wallen

Hey Mr. City Man
Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand
Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck
Feet in the back, spittin' 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

"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

I didn't choose my raisin' and you didn't choose yours
You work in four walls, and I'm workin' four by fours
We ain't as different as you think we is, but I didn't pull up sayin'
"Won't you look at that born rich, fed with a silver spoon
Trust fund kid, like you did

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
And maybe then you'll understand

Why we say, "Grace," why we hold hands
Keep a shotgun right by the nightstand
And why we love a good rain comin' down
And never leave these so called backward backwood
Good-for-nothing hillbilly hick towns

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