Off Grid

I grew up in the sticks,
So you know I’m not rich.
I’m proud to be a hick,
Put some dip up in my lip.

The country way is all I know,
I hunt with an arrow and bow.
On weekends I go out on my boat,
Without no motor so I got to row.

My trailer sits on a long dirt road,
On a few acres where weed is grown.
It’s home and it’s all I’ve ever known,
It’s country land and it's redneck owned.

I got an old lady and her name is Rita,
She cooks real good and she sure will feed ya.
It's here in these woods is where we hunt,kill,and skin.
We survive off grid,it’s where I’ve always been,
You may laugh at our way of life at first,
But we’re good people that go to church.

Respect goes a long way.