Redneck Yacht Club - Craig Morgan

I'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake:
We're headed out to a special place we love,
That just a few folks know.
There's no signin' up, no monthly dues
Take your Johnson, your Mercury or your Evinrude an' fire it up:
Meet us out at party cove.
Come on in' the waters fine,
Just idle on over an' toss us a line.

Bass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floating trailer park,
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long.
Side by side, there's five houseboat front porches,
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches.
Regular Joes rocking the boat, that's us:
The Redneck Yacht Club.

Bermuda's, flip-flops and a tank-top tan:
He popped his first top at ten a.m.: that's Bob,
He's our president.
We're checkin' out the girls on the upper deck,
Rubbin' in 15 SPF, its hot:
Everybody's jumpin' in.
Later on when the sun goes down,
We'll pull out the jar and that old guitar,
An' pass'em around.

Bass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floating trailer park,
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long.
Side by side, there's five houseboat front porches,
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches.
Regular Joes rocking the boat, that's us:
The Redneck Yacht Club.

Instrumental break.

When the party's over and we're all alone,
Well be making waves in a no-wake zone.

Bass-trackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floating trailer park,
Anchored out and gettin' loud all summer long.
Side by side, there's five houseboat front porches,
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches.
Regular Joes rocking the boat, that's us:
The Redneck Yacht Club.

Redneck Yacht Club.
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The Redneck Yacht Club.
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To fade.

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