Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

I didn´t choose my raisin´, and you didn´t choose yours
You work in four walls, and I´m workin´ 4x4s
We ain´t as different as you think we is
But I didn´t pull up sayin´

Won´t ya look at that farm rich fit
With a silver spoon, trust fund kid
Like you did

So when you die, I hope you come back as a redneck
I hope it sticks on you like a hell-hot sun tattoo
I hope you break your back for that barely-get-by paycheck
And when you can´t, you gotta go and bloody up a buck or two
Catch the holy ghost on a pinewood bench
Drive across the county just to hook up a winch
Revel in the pride of a simple man
Maybe then you´ll understand