There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red neck, 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 cig-a-rette smoke kind-a hangs in the air
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer
Well a cow-boy is cus-in' the pin-ball ma-chine
A drunk at the bar is get-tin' nois-y and mean
some guy on the phone says ill be home soon dear
Red-necks white socks and blue rib-bion beer
No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd
We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here
With my red-neck white socks and blue rib-bon beer
Well the sem-is are pass-ing on the high-way out-side
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
No we don't fit in with that white col-lar crowd
We're a lit-tle too row-dy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rath-er be than right here
With my red-neck white socks and blue rib-bon beer
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my red-neck, white socks and blue rib-bon beer