Honorable Mention | “Subordinate Rednecks”

Honorable Mention
“Subordinate Rednecks”
Robert Schneider
Gambrills, Maryland

It’s five o’clock on Friday afternoon
Gonna call up the boys and howl at the moon
Heading to the point of no return
Call up your friend and find us something to burn
Jimmy’s in the back seat chokin’ up a lung
Pull it in the creek and crank up the drum
I got some quarters if you’ll grab the cues
Larry’s on the box pickin’ out the blues
It’s Friday night and we’ve got nothing to lose

A couple of good ol’ boys having a good ol’ time
We don’t want no reasons but we’ll damn sure have a rhyme
Hang up your boots and cash in your check
We ain’t going to no club or cocktail wreck
Just some good ol’ boys, a few subordinate rednecks

Saturday’s comin’ and I see a beach
Gonna grab me a cooler, to keep ‘em in reach
You know what I mean I want a beer to drink
I’m tired of workin’ and don’t want to think
There’s a girl at five wearin’ a two piece suit
Billy cracked us up sayin’ he’d like to play her flute
Hey grab my guitar and I’ll pick out a tune
As the sun goes down on our outdoor saloon
It’s Saturday night and we’re chasin’ the moon

A couple of good ol’ boys having a good ol’ time
We don’t want no reasons but we’ll damn sure have a rhyme
Hang up your boots and cash in your check
We ain’t going to no club or cocktail wreck
Just some good ol’ boys, a few subordinate rednecks

Sunday’s comin’ gonna say my prayers
When Monday hits hell nobody cares
Call your buddy on the phone and say ‘hey man’
Say what you wanna do this weekend
I heard Joey’s comin’ down from out of town
If there’s girls and beer anywhere he’s down
Yea I’ll give you a ring, Friday after work
I gotta go now man the boss is bein’ a jerk
Yea if he don’t lay off well I’m gonna shirk

A couple of good ol’ boys having a good ol’ time
We don’t want no reasons but we’ll damn sure have a rhyme
Hang up your boots and cash in your check
We ain’t going to no club or cocktail wreck
Just some good ol’ boys, a few subordinate rednecks

It’s five o-clock on Friday afternoon
Gonna call up the boys and howl at the moon
A couple of good ol’ boys having a good ol’ time
We don’t want no reasons but we’ll damn sure have a rhyme
Hang up your boots and cash in your check
We ain’t going to no club or cocktail wreck
Just some good ol’ boys, a few subordinate rednecks