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Redneck Family Reunion

Every couple 'a years or so

Our family reunites

It takes a couple 'a years or so

To recover from the fights

 

A family like our'n

Doesn't party like most do

Ours gets a little out of hand

That's why we have so few

 

It's a redneck family reunion

everybody has a grand old time

eating grandma's cooking

and drinking grandpas shine

You never go home hungry

If you make it home at all

You go home bruised and battered

And you surely had a ball

 

There's daisy dukes and forty Lukes

They're racing trucks and burning rubber

There's jugs of moonshine everywhere

And at least a hundred bubbas

 

There's a smoker fired for the food

the size of two large trucks

It hold 4 cows, and fourteen pigs

And at least a hundred ducks

 

It's a redneck family reunion

everybody has a grand old time

eating grandma's cooking

and drinking grandpas shine

You never go home hungry

If you make it home at all

You go home bruised and battered

And you surely had a ball

 

There's pickled this and pickled that

And things you just can't swallow

That used to live down in the swamp

Way back there in the hollow

 

There's at least ten shotgun weddings there

And the groom might be rail roaded

But, the wedding isn't legal

If the shotgun isn't loaded

 

It's a redneck family reunion

everybody has a grand old time

eating grandma's cooking

and drinking grandpas shine

You never go home hungry

If you make it home at all

You go home bruised and battered

And you surely had a ball

 

There's greased up pigs and muddy runts

And at least ten bobby sues

and when they all get greased up

You can't tell which is who

 

There's horseshoe pits for tossing shoes

And games of every sort

Most of them aren't legal

And would get you into court

 

It's a redneck family reunion

everybody has a grand old time

eating grandma's cooking

and drinking grandpas shine

You never go home hungry

If you make it home at all

You go home bruised and battered

And you surely had a ball

 

But, it's the way we like it

Drinking shine and acting out

Tossing things that aren't tied down

And wrassling about

 

There's music there of just one kind

It's country and that matters

Any other sort of sound

Sets the crowd off like mad hatters

 

It's a redneck family reunion

everybody has a grand old time

eating grandma's cooking

and drinking grandpas shine

You never go home hungry

If you make it home at all

You go home bruised and battered

And you surely had a ball

 

There's always someone who's so drunk

And it's normally the preacher

Last year we married him off

To the back up first grade teacher

 

There's Chevy trucks of every kind

And one covered in sod

Mary Lou showed her tattoo

"Jeff Foxworthy is my God"

 

It's the best time of the year for us

And it's sad when it must end

but, you gotta haul your *** away

When the cops come round that bend

 

It's a redneck family reunion

everybody has a grand old time

eating grandma's cooking

and drinking grandpas shine

You never go home hungry

If you make it home at all

You go home bruised and battered

And you surely had a ball

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roger-turner
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Jul 23, 2013
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