I me Let me tell you somethin' I never was a roughneck pumpin' crude down the line Oh, an' I ain't logged no timber, sawed on them Georgia pines I can't mix the best batch of ettouffe, I never hunted 'gators in the everglades You wanna see the redneck side of me Chorus 1 Chorus 2: Aw, gimme that Gibson Les Paul guitar, put all you rednecks in a smoke-filled bar Show me to that stage an' set me free And we'll raise hell all night and then the mornin' light, when your shades are on and hat's (guitaretab.com)