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Well, Billy Joe McAlester junior showed up at the reunion |
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Clean cut, shaved, decked out in Armani's best |
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In perfect spoken English, he said, 'Now days I go by William' |
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And he talked about his new life and money he'd made out West |
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And he tried his hardest not to be that old boy we all new |
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'Til he pulled out that Earnhardt wallet on that chain hooked to his belt loop |
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You can't hide redneck 'neath a three piece suit |
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No starched white collar is gonna keep it from bleeding through |
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Yeah, you might as well forget it, it's gonna find it's way out |
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No, you can't hide redneck, you might as well be proud |
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Well, the last we all seen of Sandy, she'd moved up to Boston |
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Law school paid off made her a Federal judge |
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Oh and Scotty had to go and ask her |
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If she still hates John since she lost him |
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She said, 'John who, oh, yeah, no, I don't hold a grudge' |
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And her honor stayed as professional as long as she could |
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Then she tied one on and let into John, just like we all knew she would |
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Oh, you can't hide redneck behind a big old job |
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A big old cherry wood desk sure ain't no camouflage |
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Yeah, you might as well forget it, it's gonna find it's way out |
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Oh, you can't hide redneck |
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No, you can't hide redneck in a big old grouch |
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You're gonna blow our cover, can't keep us from getting loud |
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Yeah, you might as well forget it, it's gonna find it's way out |
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No, you can't hide redneck, you might as well be proud |
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Might as well be proud |
