Truck Bed Testimony

[Verse 1]
Rust on the tailgate
Bible on the dash
Mud on my boots and
Last week's cash
Granddad’s old twelve gauge
Rattlin’ in the rack
Sticker on the bumper
“Don’t tread my track”
[Chorus]
I’m shotgun and redneck
Backroad born
Cap pulled low from the county farm store
Raised on “yes ma’am
” “no sir
” and sweet iced pour
I’m shotgun and redneck
That’s my core
If you ain’t from here
That’s what it’s for
Hop in
Hang on
You’ll want some more (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Moon over cornfields
Crickets keepin’ time
Dents in this Chevy
Each one’s a sign
Koozie on a cold one
Dog in the cab
Heart on my sleeve and
Pride in my flag
[Chorus]
I’m shotgun and redneck
Backroad born
Cap pulled low from the county farm store
Raised on “yes ma’am
” “no sir
” and sweet iced pour
I’m shotgun and redneck
That’s my core
If you ain’t from here
That’s what it’s for
Hop in
Hang on
You’ll want some more (come on)
[Bridge]
You can keep your big-city silver and gold
I’ll keep this gravel and this grip I hold
On my land
My kin
My word
My way
If that’s too much
You wouldn’t last a day
[Chorus]
I’m shotgun and redneck
Backroad born
Cap pulled low from the county farm store
Raised on “yes ma’am
” “no sir
” and sweet iced pour
I’m shotgun and redneck
That’s my core
If you ain’t from here
That’s what it’s for
Hop in
Hang on
You’ll want some more (oh)
I’m shotgun and redneck
That’s my lore
Same old soul they were fighting for

Modern country-rock with swagger: crunchy Telecaster riffs, steady backbeat, and a thick, singalong chorus. Verses stay tight and conversational with male vocals, bass riding low and lazy. Choruses open up with gang shouts on key phrases and big stacked harmonies. Brief slide-guitar fills answer vocal lines, then a halftime breakdown before the final hook hits hardest., redneck