Lyrics:

1973

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer

The barmaid is mad 'cause some guy made a pass
The juke box is playin' 'There stands the glass'
And the cigarette smoke kinda hangs in the air
Red-necks, white socks and blue rib-bon beer

A cowboy is cussin' the pin-ball machine
A drunk at the bar is gettin' noisy and mean
And, some guy on the phone says I'll be home soon, dear
Red-necks white socks and blue ribbon beer

No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd
We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud
There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my rednecks white socks and blue ribbon beer

The semis are passing on the highway outside
The four thirty crowd is about to arrive
The sun's goin' down and we'll all soon be here
Rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer

No we don't fit in with that white collar crowd
We're a little too rowdy and a little too loud
But there's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer

There's no place that I'd rather be than right here
With my rednecks, white socks and blue ribbon beer