Song Description

Well, we all have a bit of Redneck in ourselves...

Lyrics

"Redneck DNA"
Written by Yves Stilmant © 2025
Verse 1A
He wore a suit and shiny shoes
Worked downtown with them boardroom views
But Friday night he hit the lot
And tailgate fire was burnin' hot
Verse 1B
A girl in boots said, "Don't be shy"
He shotgunned beer and caught her eye
By the time that fiddle played
He lost his mind and found his twang
Pre-Chorus
Don't matter where you're born or bred
You crank the Hank, you'll raise the dead

ChorusIt's in your walk, it's in your sway
That southern stomp won't go away
Don't fight the twang, don't run from hay
We all got redneck DNA
You might wear suits or sip rosé
But deep inside, you yee-haw, hey!
It's boots and smoke and old John Wayne --
We all got redneck DNA
Verse 2A
She's got high heels and city flair
But knows each word to "Tennessee Prayer"
Her mama's roots run through the pines
Now she's line dancin' full-time
Verse 2B
Said she'd just try country once
Now she's shootin' skeet and huntin' bucks
Don't take much to feel that spark
A little moonshine lights the dark
Pre-Chorus
Don't matter what your friends might say
You hit that groove -- it don't betray
Chorus
It's in your boots, it's in your soul
That down-home sound that makes you roll
You might look slick, but not today
You're runnin' redneck DNA
It's in the mud, the stars, the rain
It's backroads buzz and outlaw brain
It's boots and smoke and old John Wayne --
We all got redneck DNA
Verse 3A
From New York streets to Malibu
There's hillbilly inside of you
Let the banjo pick and drums go boom
You'll be two-step wild by the saloon
Verse 3B
It ain't your job or fancy name
It's how you move when you hear twang
You can't outrun what's in your veins
It kicks in fast like midnight trains
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Bridge
So grab a jug, and raise it high
Let that country purify
Don't be shy, just let it play
You're born with redneck DNA
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Final Chorus / Outro
It's in your smile, it's in your hands
The way you dance when you hear that band
Ain't nothin' fake, it's here to stay
We all got redneck DNA
From farms to clubs, from hay to fame
It's moonshine mixed with last names
It's boots and smoke and old John Wayne --
We all got redneck DNA
Yeah we all got redneck DNA
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