If your tractor’s stuck and your roof caved in
If the sheriff won’t help and your luck’s worn thin
There’s a backwoods bunch ridin’ broke and mean
Barrelin’ in — it’s the Redneck F Team
There’s Bullhorn Jack with a head full of plans
Talks like a general waves both hands
He don’t know much but he sure knows loud
Can stir up a rowdy barn dance crowd
Then there’s Slick Rick in a secondhand coat
Can talk three lies in a single note
Fathers hate him single women grin
Trouble starts when he winks at them
Redneck F Team hell on wheels
Backroad thunder and hand shake deals
One talks loud one talks slick
One breaks stuff one’s wild as shit
If your world’s gone wrong and your hope’s run thin
Send up a prayer for the F Team
They may not fix it like you planned
But they’ll raise enough hell to save your land
Big Clete’s built like a cinder block wall
Ain’t real graceful but he’ll move it all
Kicks in doors and snaps porch swings
Leaves behind splinters and busted beams
Then there’s Dogbite Ray with a silly grin
Half gone crazy half tuned in
Talks to chickens like they understand
Dances on the porch with a jug in his hand
Redneck F Team hell on wheels
Backroad thunder and hand shake deals
One talks loud one talks slick
One breaks stuff one’s wild as shit
If your world’s gone wrong and your hope’s run thin
Send up a prayer for the F Team
They may not fix it like you planned
But they’ll raise enough hell to save your land
They ain’t no heroes they ain’t no saints
More smoke than chrome more rust than paint
But when the banks come knockin’ and the rich folks grin
These boys come flyin’ through the trees again
With a tow chain crowbar and a half-baked scheme
A pipe wrench and a full tank of mean
They’ll lose their minds but somehow win
That’s life with the Redneck F Team
Redneck F Team hell on wheels
Backroad thunder and handshake deals
One talks loud one talks slick
One breaks stuff one’s wild as shit
If your world’s gone wrong and your hope’s run thin
Send up a prayer for the F Team
From the holler to the county line
They’ll save your ass in their own damn time
They’ll drink your beer they’ll scare your kin
But they just might pull your ass out of trouble again
When the dust flies up and you hear them scream
Here come the boys of the Redneck F Team