I CAN”T AFFORD TO PLAY THE REDNECK, ANYMORE

(to the tune of “Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain”)




1.
Me an’ my darlin’ got t’ talkin’
‘Bout all them demons cause us pain --
An’ wouldn’t it be nice if they’d just drop dead
An’ never darken our TV screens again?
But my darlin’ has taught me life’s political.
We’re born on a battlefield, at war.
An’ wishin’ an’ prayin’ just won’t cut it.
I can’t afford to play the redneck, anymore.

2.
I used t’ think life could be simple —
That cowboy boots would do the trick.
But when them demons ate my parents,
I seen I had some butt to kick.
Yes, them rich kids they ate my folks for breakfast.
Now it’s time to settle up the score.
It’s time to admit that life’s political.
I can’t afford to play the redneck, anymore.

3.
Them demons eat rednecks for breakfast,
An’ save our children for dessert.
Kiddyporn’s a picnic next to this nightmare
They film as they build this world of hurt.
My darlin’ has taught me to foil them demons,
To boycott their church an’ their company store.
‘Cause wishin’ an’ prayin’ just won’t cut it.
I can’t afford to play the redneck, anymore.

Envoi
Yes, my darlin’ has taught me life’s political.
We’re born on a battlefield, at war.
An’ wishin’ an’ prayin’ just won’t cut it
I can’t afford to play the redneck, anymore.

Words by Galen Green c 1989