Say About Me - Chris Janson

Rolling Stone called me the most open minded redneck on the block

Yeah, but I ain’t the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock

See, I grew up in a single while with a poster of Kid Rock

And when you start off on the bottom, son

You scream when you’re on top

From a muddy truck to a shiny bus to a twin turbo jet

The odds are always stacked against me

But that ain’t never stopped me yet

'Cause I make money, I make music

I got swagger and I use it

Cowboy hat when I feel it

Feather in the back, Zebco reeling

Skip from a Bentley to a 350

I wake up in the morning to see how it hit’s me

At the end of the day, I’m just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee

And I was raised not to care what people say about me

See I got the hottest woman that this world has ever seen

And I married that girl on a farm in the country underneath a magnolia tree

A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio

So we bumped it up to a master track and we took in on the road

And before I knew it there was platinum records up hanging on my wall

And I thank God every day I’m a member of the Grand Old Opry, y’all!

'Cause I make money, I make music

I got swagger and I use it

Cowboy hat if I feel it

Feather in the back, Zebco reeling

Skip from a Bentley to a 350

I wake up in the morning to see how it hit’s me

At the end of the day

I’m just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee

And I was raised not to care what people say about me, alright

Now all the people in the front, say «Oh yeah!"(Oh yeah)

Now all the people in the back, say «Alright!"(Alright)

Now put your right hand and your left hand up back and forth

Let me see you all night

See I share the wealth and I share the blessings

'Cause the blessings were given to me

And I give my thanks and all my praise to a Guy that I can’t see

'Cause I make money, I make music

I got swagger and I use it

Cowboy hat if I feel it

Feather in the back, Zebco reeling

Skip from a Bentley to a 350

I wake up in the morning to see how it hit’s me

At the end of the day

I’m just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee

And I was raised not to care what people say about me, alright

We raised up on that Hank Junior '83, son!

Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air!

Now somebody scream!