Granddaddy drank Heavy, and daddy drank Light I can turn any day to Saturday night, if I want to And most the time I want to I can still paint a picture of a hemlock view My mountains had smoke but the ones that were blue that we'd buy then Were the ones I spent a little more time in Between the hangovers and the handcuffs Its been a minute since I had one in my hand, 'cause
Everybody says it's gonna be the death of me But these days Im livin' on the side of alive Just 'cause I smile through my sobriеty Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good Im just sayin I'm doin thе best I can But what do you expect from a redneck? Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand
When I was puttin' 'em down, they put me through hell Put some scars on some trucks, myself as well But if I never did put that can to my mouth I wouldn't have nothin I could sing about
Yeah, everybody says it's gonna be the death of me But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good I'm just sayin' I'm doin' the best I can But what do you expect from a redneck? Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand Ah yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand
Woah, I ain't the devil that I acted like years ago No, but I'll be back one day, y'all, even though
Everybody says it's gonna be the death of me But these days I'm livin' on the side of alive Just 'cause I smile through my sobriety Don't mean it ain't chillin' in the back of my mind I ain't sayin' I swore it off for good I'm just sayin' I'm doin' the best I can But what do you expect from a redneck? Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand Ah yeah, I was born with a beer in my hand
Born with a beer in my hand
Compositores: Michael Wilson Hardy, Morgan Cole Wallen (Morgan C Wallen), Zach Abend ECAD: Obra #36781867