Redneck raised and southern made

Title: Redneck Raised, Southern Made

Intro:

Ain’t no silver spoon, no clean white boots,

Just diesel dreams and busted knuckles truth.

I was born in the sticks, raised to stand tall—

Where the corn grows high and the weak ones fall.

---

Verse 1:

Mama raised me with a Bible in her hand,

Daddy spanked the living hell outta me, man.

Taught me how to work, how to pray, how to fight,

Taught me wrong ain’t right, and right ain’t polite.

---

Verse 2:

Tennessee thunder in my veins runs deep,

Georgia’s where I learned nothin’ comes cheap.

Florida heat burned my pride to the bone,

Louisiana nights made a fire my own.

Mississippi moonlight lit up my way—

I’m a red-blooded rebel made in red clay.

---

Chorus:

I’m redneck raised and Southern made,

Built by storms, blessed by grace.

I’ve wrestled hard times, stood my ground,

Lost some fights but never backed down.

Got a heart like a bonfire, soul like a hymn,

I ain’t afraid to fall—I was born to win.

---

Verse 3:

Learned to cuss when I was patchin’ wire,

Learned to pray ‘round the Sunday fire.

Kissed my first girl behind the shed,

Moonlight smilin’, my face blood red.

---

Verse 4:

Got mud on my jeans and truth on my tongue,

I don't act tough—I was raised that young.

Got scars on my skin and a story in each,

And I live by the code my folks used to preach.

---

Bridge:

We don’t beg, we don’t bow,

We stand our ground, we say it proud.

We stand at the Cross—that’s where faith comes from,

By the grace of the Lord and the work we’ve done.

She grabbed my hand, pulled me close and said,

"Don’t tell a soul"—and when she kissed me, it turned my world upside down.

---

Mini-Verse (Right After Bridge):

That kiss lit a fire that still burns today,

Taught me love’s real, and it don’t fade away.

She was wild and sweet, like a summer storm—

Left a mark on my soul that still keeps me warm.

---

Chorus (Repeat):

I’m redneck raised and Southern made,

Built by storms, blessed by grace.

I’ve wrestled hard times, stood my ground,

Lost some fights but never backed down.

Got a heart like a bonfire, soul like a hymn,

I ain’t afraid to fall—I was born to win.

---

Outro:

So if you hear that rebel sound,

Roarin’ loud through a one-light town,

Tip your hat, raise your glass high—

Here’s to the Southern boys who’ll never die.

---

Redneck raised... Southern made... and never ashamed.

---