Lyrics
[Verse]
Born in the city, raised on Waffle House floors,
Got a dip in my pocket and a hole in my doors.
Folks say, “That accent, it don’t match your zip,”
But my roots go deeper than a banjo pick.
[Verse 2]
They call me fake, say I’m puttin’ on a show,
But I’ve been baitin’ catfish where the sewer water flows.
Talk trash to my boots, say they don’t match the street,
I’ll bet you $20 I can hogtie your Jeep.
[Chorus]
I’m a redneck cityboy, more real than they be,
A mud-splattered Chevy parked on 3rd Street.
Sip sweet tea from a Starbucks cup,
Yeah, it don't look right, but I don't give a truck!
[Verse 3]
I like my skyline laced with neon beer signs,
But I grew up dreaming ‘bout those county lines.
My leather jacket’s scratched from a barbed-wire fight,
I’m a mix of dirt roads and city streetlights.
[Verse 4]
Got a pet raccoon that rides shotgun at noon,
Taught him how to hunt but he still drinks spittoon.
They tell me I’m lyin’, but son, let's be fair—
You ever seen a cityboy with this much arm hair?
[Chorus]
I’m a redneck cityboy, more real than they be,
A mud-splattered Chevy parked on 3rd Street.
Sip sweet tea from a Starbucks cup,
Yeah, it don't look right, but I don't give a truck!
Style
countrymale vocalscomedyfakecomedicredneck
Prompt
Country comedy song in the style of Cletus t judd about how I am a redneck cityboy and how people think it's a fake persona but it ain't and he explains why he is more real then they be
Credits
Prompt by
kriegerdemon666
kriegerdemon666GeneratedApr 20, 2025
ModelAria v4
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