(Let the band play)
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around
(Church)
Don't pass me the jar, shit, just hand me the smoke
Shit everybody and their mama know I love rolling stoned
But hell the mamas and daughters be raging at all the shows
Titties bouncing up and down in the first three rows
But ain't nobody special, shit I'm a country Caucasian
And you can catch me at the river, windows up and I'm blazing
With a cutoff shirt, sunburnt, dawg I'm really from the thickest parts
Don't hang out in my town, ain't nothing but the local Walmart
The only targets I see are riddled with rounds of lead
And that ain't nothing but practice for when I aim at crackheads
So watch your ass when you stroll in the town that I was raised in
Might find your ass disintegrated at the bottom of the pig pen
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around
(Yes sir)
Well pass me the jar boy, 'cause I ain't scared
I got a million fucking honkeys and their necks all red
I got a little piece of land deep down in the cut
Where we grow our own, tobacca, put the diesel in jugs
Break out that old six string and play us some riffs
While the still keeps the beat and the moonshine drips
And you can hear the pick and clear on the river tonight
I've been known to shake the bushes and shoot out the light
Motherfucking redneck nation, you know we run shit
So pile your ass up in a truck, let's get lit and shoot shit
So pass me the jar and light up the smoke
I pop the top off this bitch [?] (That's right)
Strike a match to a Marlboro red
And feel the rush run straight to your head
Pop the top of a Budweiser bottle
And kick it on, bang, crank up the throttle
We're headed to the riverside about sundown
Break out that guitar, pass that jar around
And pass that jar around
