Well I woke up late in my truck bed yawnin’
Got a raccoon starin’ like he owned the mornin’
Cranked that Ford, kicked up some gravel
I got more plans than a backwoods rebel

Fishin’ with beer in my camo canoe
Shootin’ at cans and a possum or two
I live for redneck Saturdays
Yeehaw, Lord bless our golden ways

We ride horses through the dollar store
Tied 'em up out front, they don't mind a whole lot
Shotguns in the rack, dogs in the back
Got a duck call ringtone and a deer trail app

Offroading high where the mud gets thick
Scarecrow bowlin' with a watermelon kick
I live for redneck Saturdays
Yeehaw, Lord bless our golden ways

Got a kiddie pool full o’ catfish fryin’
Used motor oil? Nah, we ain't lyin'
Billy’s grillin' ribs with a blowtorch flame
And Uncle Cletus won the outhouse game

We’re fishin’ with Slim Jims tied to a string
Shootin’ old boots just to hear ‘em ping
I live for redneck Saturdays
Yeehaw, Lord bless our golden ways

We built a zipline from the barn to the creek
Tied with duct tape—holds good for a week
Bet my cousin ten bucks he’d ride it bare
He screamed like a goat, but he made it there!

Now some folks go dancin’ or shoppin’ in town
But we drop pumpkins from the roof for sound
Huntin’ squirrels in our Sunday jeans
And racin’ lawnmowers till someone screams

And if my darlin’ says, “You better grow up,”
I’ll say, “Only if my truck won’t start up!”
I live for redneck Saturdays
God made mud for men like us, I say

Yeah, it’s mullet flappin’, bass hook snappin’
Melon-smashin’, moonshine tappin’
Redneck Saturdays…
And I wouldn’t trade ‘em for nothin’, no way!

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