[Verse 1: Shane Profitt]
Yeah, I like to run with the old dogs
Learn bad habits from my Paw-Paw
I got an in with the outlaws
And I can only sing like I talk, y'all
I like to smoke from my left hand
Crank it out, stomp in a bar band
Firing up another when the song ends
And hanging out here with my new friends 'cause
[Chorus: Shane Profitt]
I'm a son of the son of the south
Daddy redneck, mama half hippie
Taught how to talk straight, not back
Or my little white butt get a whipping
I like catfish cooking on a creek bank
Kind you can't find in the city, oh
I ain't just whistling Dixie
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, why don't you tell 'em 'bout it, Randy?
[Verse 2: Randy Houser]
Well, I ain't scared of a shotgun
Folks 'round here, we all got one
Don't give a damn or a dadgum
If you don't like where I come from
I like a girl from a downhome
Even better without a thing on
Jump in, you better hang on
Fire it up and we're long gone 'cause
[Chorus: Randy Houser]
I'm a son of the son of the south
Daddy redneck, mama half hippie
Taught how to talk straight, not back
Or my little white butt get a whooping
I like catfish cooking on a creek bank
Kind you can't find in the city, oh
I ain't just whistling Dixie
[Chorus: Shane Profitt, Randy Houser, Both]
I'm a son of the son of the south
Daddy redneck, mama half hippie
Taught how to talk straight, not back
Or my little white butt get a whooping
I like catfish cooking on a creek bank
Kind you can't find in the city, oh
I ain't just whistling Dixie
[Outro: Randy Houser & Shane Profitt]
Whistling Dixie, oh
Yeah
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