I am a Southern boy and I was brought up to treat everybody with respect

And though I do my best you know sometimes it's mighty hard

When folks use the 'R' word to talk about my neck

They use that 'R' word when they talk about my neck



All across this nation an effort's bein' made to be so politically correct

It applies to almost every creed and nationality

But they still use the 'R' word when they talk about my neck

They still use the 'R' word when they discuss my neck



CHORUS

Call me a hillbilly, call me country-fried

And I will not object

Call me farm boy and I'll take that with pride

Just don't use the 'R' word when you talk about my neck

Don't use that 'R' word in reference to my neck



That little word don't bother me at all when it is used

Describing a sunset or a wine

But surely they could find some less offensive substitute

When referring to the cervical region of my spine

That verbal combination just gets me every time



REPEAT CHORUS



Call me a clodhopper, call me a stump jumper, call me a pain in the tail

Call me antiquated, backwater cracker, call me Ishmael

Call me a knuckle draggin', inbred honky, call me a slack-jawed hick

Call me an addle-brained, shallow-minded boondocker, I don't mind a bit

Well that's all I've got to say, that's all she wrote, come on gang

Let's bring her home