INTRO:E
VERSE 1
EWell I ain't never, been the Barabie Doll type,
No I can't swig that sweet champagne,
I'd Erather drink F#5beer all niG5ght,
G#5in a tavern,A or in a honky-tonk,
E-F#5-G5-G#5-A
or on a four wheel drive tailgate,
EI've got posters on my wall of
Skynard, Kid and Strait,
Some peB7ople look down on me,
But I don't give a rip,
I stAand bare-footed in my own front yard,
( no chord )
With a baby on my hip,
CHORUS
Cause I'm a Eredneck woman,
I ain't no high class broad,
I'm just a product of my rasin,
I say Ehey yall F#5and hee G5haw,G#5
and I keAep my Christmas lights on
on my front porch all year long,
And EI know all the words to
every Charlie Daniels songs
So heB7re's to all my sisters,
I've been keepin it country,
( No Chords )
ALet me get a big hell yea
From the reAdneck girls like me,
GHell yEea,
VERSE 2
EVictoria Secret,
well they're stuff's real nice,
Oh but I can buy the same damn thing,
On a EWalmart F#5shelf half prG5ice,
And G#5still lok Asexy, just as sexy,
E-F#5-G5-G#5-A
as those models on T.V.
No EI don't need no designer tag,
To make my man want me,
B7You might think I'm trashy,
A little too hard core,
But Ain my neck of the woods,
I'm just the girl next door,
CHORUS
Hey I'm a redEneck woman,
I ain't no high class broad,
I'm just a product of my raisin,
I say Ehey ya'll F#5and yee G5haw,G#5
and I keAep my Christmas lights on,
on my front porch all year long,
And EI know all the words to
every Tanya Tucker songs
So hB7ere's to all my sisters,
I've been keepin it country,
ALet me get a big hell yea
From the redneck girls like me,
GHell yEea,
A - E - A - F# - B
CHORUS
Cause I'm a rEedneck woman,
I ain't no high class broad,
I'm just a product of my rasin,
( no chord )
I say hEey yall and hee haw, G
and I keAep my Christmas lights on,
on my front porch all year long,
And EI know all the words to
every Old Bocephus song,
So heB7re's to all my sisters,
I've been keepin it country,
( No Chords )
ALet me get a big hell yea
From the Aredneck girls liGke Eme,
EHell yea, Hell yea,
Hell yea, Hell yea,
Hell yea, Hell yea,
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