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Rednek Refined
Earl D Wright
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You think I'm slow 'cause I talk like this?
You think I'm dumb 'cause I was raised in the sticks?
Bet that... I got more smoke than your whole damn clique
I'm not dumb โ I'm just done bein' nice
I'll gut a four-wheeler, then gut your advice
I'm not numb โ I just swing with the pain
And I make the devil blush when I take aim
I'm not soft โ I'm built like a truck
Steel-toed truth, I don't run from the muck
You call it sin? I call it legacy blood
I'm not dumb โ I just come from the mud
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Hey โ I'm the shot of shine that burns too long
The howl in the woods when somethin' feels wrong
The devil cracked a grin โ said, "Damn, you preach with fire"
Wrote my vows in whiskey and bar fights, no choir
I don't ride trends, I ride ruts in the land
Wear dirt like a badge, hold fate in my hand
I ain't no demon โ but I flirt with heat
With a God-given grin and boots on my beat
Talk slow. Think sharp
Don't start nothin' โ I finish dark
Raised on wrath and Redman spit
Country ain't dumb โ we just don't quit
I'm not dumb โ I'm just done bein' nice
I'll gut a four-wheeler, then gut your advice
I'm not numb โ I just swing with the pain
And I make the devil blush when I take aim
I'm not soft โ I'm built like a truck
Steel-toed truth, I don't run from the muck
You call it sin? I call it legacy blood
I'm not dumb โ I just come from the mud
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I been preachin' outta dive bars and deer blinds
Preach real โ not them church-boy lines
My kinfolk taught me to cuss and to pray
To fix what breaks and fight my own way
Don't let the accent fool your pride
I've out-thought boys in suits and ties
You flex for clout โ I flex with scars
Earned every dent on these rusted bars
I'm not dumb โ I'm just done bein' sweet
I stomp snakes and still land on my feet
I'm not numb โ I just smile through the flames
And if you look real close, you can still read my name
I'm not soft โ I'm bred from grit
Diesel breath, calloused fists, that's it
You call it sin? I call it homegrown blood
I'm not dumb โ I just come from the mud
I'm what happens when you mix faith with fury
Hard life... hard liquor... hard to kill
I'm not dumb
I'm redneck refined
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