Chords for Moccasin Creek - Dixie Fried (Official Music Video)

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_ Hey, we're just a bunch of rednecks.
I'm redneck, white trash, straight up out [A] the trailer, man.
I'm dirty, ain't gonna lie.
_ _ Got clothes down in the yard, watching me some [D] NASCAR.
A country [A] boy, Dixie Fry.
The whole Dixie Fry.
Dixie Fry, cool as sides, a redneck nation, going to ride.
Come on, white trash, you can call me that.
Little Dixie Fry, as a matter of fact.
Yes, sir, on a 20-foot chain, lined in the bay, wearing dirty clothes.
Hey, I ain't come to break since last July, and it's OK.
I'm going to tell you why.
Because I'm a redneck, chill, parking, my backyard,
my name is in the bag.
Oh, the above-ground wool makes the neighbors drool.
My outdoor shop had a homemade toilet still.
Yes, sir, car in the back, sitting on blocks in the city
for a Catalane.
You can snide, but you don't drive.
This is how you do.
I'm Dixie Fry.
I'm redneck, white trash, straight up out the trailer,
man.
I'm good, I ain't going to lie.
I ain't going to lie.
We got girls out in the yard watching me some NASCAR.
I'm coming for this fly.
I'm going to Dixie Fry.
This is the way of life.
This is the way we live.
This is the way we eat.
Now we raise our kids.
All the trash say we ain't smart.
But I made a lawnmower from a Walmart shopping cart.
I'm a rural city folk.
He's mad at me and my Paul Maltose.
They can fart when I'm over on tax.
Sit back and smile, daddy, I ain't in my tax.
I'm a ranch hedgehog, runs out to the yard.
Evie on, and I'm watching some NASCAR.
Box van flows right in my face.
And I hope there's a race somewhere in the rain.
The whole time that we're sitting outside,
all the ladies in the kitchen looking pretty for some Paul Fry.
Uh-oh, here they go again with Dixie Fry.
Bring all your friends.
I'm redneck, white trash, straight up out the trailer,
man.
I'm good, I ain't going to lie. _
_ I ain't going to lie.
We got girls out in the yard watching me some NASCAR.
I'm coming for Dixie Fry.
I'm going to hold this. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm a bull, speak the truth.
Camel shorts, steel tubes.
Trucker hat, drinking half.
Trailer park, it's my island, man.
Wife and kids, I won the prize.
Redneck, white trash, Dixie Fry.
Nation of rednecks, stand up strong.
Dixie Fry, street [N] of old.
I'm redneck, white trash, straight up out the trailer,
man.
I'm good, I ain't going to lie.
_ [A] Got girls out in the yard watching me some NASCAR.
I'm coming for Dixie Fry.
I'm going to hold this. _
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[N] _ _ _ It didn't break. _
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