Testo Come back as a redneck Morgan Wallen

Come back as a redneck

Hey, Mr. City Man
Rollie on your wrist, Nasdaq in your hand
Rollin' your eyes at my beat-up truck
Feed 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 choos? my raisin', and you didn't choose yours
You work in four walls, and I'm workin' 4x4s
We ain't as differ?nt as you think we is
But I didn't pull up sayin', "Won't ya 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
Maybe then you'll understand

Why we share grass
Why we hold hands
Keep your shotgun right by the nightstand
Bible of a good man comin' down
And never leave these so-called backward backwood
Good for nothin' hillbillies 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