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