"Rednecks Anonymous"
In a dim lit parkin' lot, they file in at 6 o'clock
Down on Madison Avenue, in black shades and BMWs (uh huh)
They cover tattoos with their long sleeves and hide their skull cans underneath the seat.
Then they walk through the door, down the stairs to a circle of folded chairs.
And they sit down... and old boy says 'Welcome ya'll, who wants to start us off?
[Chorus:]
Stand Up, Give your first name, go on speak up, don't be ashamed,
If you're a hick, son, start confessin' the life you've kept hidden
Knowin that deep down you're one of us...
Welcome to the weekly meeting of Rednecks Anonymous
Charlie took the floor said call him Chuck.
Said he hates his car and wants a monster truck
With a cattle guard and a gun rack
Then he sat down and everybody clapped
(Uh huh)
Then Mary Beth broke down
Said last night she went down town
Said she danced up on a bar stool
Even sang karaoke and rode the bull...
And got bucked off...
Lee leaned over and hugged her neck
Said All right, who's next?
[Chorus:]
Stand Up, Give your first name, go on speak up, don't be ashamed,
If you're a hick, son, start confessin' the life you've kept hidden
Knowin that deep down you're one of us...
Welcome to the weekly meeting of Rednecks Anonymous
And he said: You know what? I've heard enough,
Ain't nothing ya'll need to recover from.
Stop livin' life, take some pride, take the twelve steps
On down the street, to the corner bar.
Who's comin' with me?
[Chorus:]
C'mon Stand Up, tell the world your name, go on speak up, don't be ashamed,
If you're a hick, son, start livin' the life you've kept hidden
I'm so glad you're one of us...
And I never wanna see you at a
Another meeting of Rednecks Anonymous
Rednecks Anonymous
Yeah
Thankfully, I live in OLD New Hampshire
Old New Hampshire
Written by Dr. John F. Holmes
Composed by Maurice Hoffmann
Quote:
With a skill that knows no measure,
From the golden store of Fate
God, in His great love and wisdom,
Made the rugged Granite State;
Made the lakes, the fields, the forests;
Made the Rivers and the rills;
Made the bubbling, crystal fountains
Of New Hampshire's Granite Hills.
Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire
Old New Hampshire Grand and Great
We will sing of Old New Hampshire,
Of the dear old Granite State
Builded He New Hampshire glorious
From the borders to the sea;
And with matchless charm and splendor
Blessed her for eternity.
Here, the majesty of mountain;
Here, the grandeur of the lake;
Here, the truth as from the hillside
Whence her crystal waters break.
Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire
Old New Hampshire Grand and Great
We will sing of Old New Hampshire,
Of the dear old Granite State
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Old New Hampshire, Old New Hampshire lalalalalala