Red-Neck Hippie Romance

They say a Red-Neck and a Hippie should never get married
But we just laughed and done it anyway
For a while life was fine, is your life’s so different from mine?
But now it seems we both just ain’t got very much to say
'Cause I realize you’ll never love Hank Williams
And I don’t like the Rolling Stones a bit
And all my friends have short hair and smoke «Lucky's»
And all your friends have long hair and smoke «shit»
So go and roll yourself another reefer
And I’ll go pour myself another beer
And please don’t ask me why, we can’t give it one more try
'Cause I’m too drunk to tell you, babe, and you’re too stoned to hear
I like to dress up and look just like a rich man
And you like wearin' jeans and lookin' poor
And I like dancin' slow, where the Schlitz and memories flow
And I like to drink my coke and you like sniffin' yours
But I keep pretending everything’s Jim Dandy
And you keep pretending everything’s far out
So just pack up your grass, and shake your hippie ass
Right back up north while I stay here down south
Woah, go and roll yourself another reefer
And I’ll go pour myself another beer
And please don’t ask me why, we can’t give it one more try
'Cause I’m too drunk to tell you, girl, and you’re too stoned to hear
Woah, roll yourself another one of them reefers
And I’ll pour myself another one of them beers
And please don’t ask me why, we can’t give it one more try
'Cause I’m too drunk to tell you, girl, and you’re too stoned to hear