Well, I ain't never been the Barbie Doll type
No, I can't swig that sweet Champagne, I'd rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or in a honky-tonk, or on a four-wheel drive tailgate
I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait

Some people look down on me
But I don't give a rip
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard
With a baby on my hip

'Cause I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
I say, "Hey y'all" and "Yee-haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big "Hell yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell yeah (hell yeah)

Victoria's Secret, well, their stuff's real nice
Oh, but I can buy the same damn thing on a Walmart shelf half-price
And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on TV
No, I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me

You might think I'm trashy
A little too hardcore
But in my neck of the woods
I'm just the girl next door

Hey, I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high-class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
I say, "Hey y'all" and "Yee-haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big "Hell yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell yeah (hell yeah)

Hey, I'm a redneck woman
I ain't no high-class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
I say, "Hey y'all" and "Yee-haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on
On my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Ol' Bocephus song
So here's to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big "Hell yeah" from the redneck girls like me

(Hell yeah)
Hell yeah
(Hell yeah)
Hell yeah
(Hell yeah)
I said hell yeah

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Writer(s): Gretchen Wilson, John Rich