Longhaired Redneck
David Allan Coe Lyrics

Country deejays knows that I'm an outlaw
The radio hosts who play country music know that I am an outlaw who does not conform to societal norms.

They'd never come to see me in this dive
These deejays would never attend a venue as insignificant and rundown as this one to see me perform.

Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
The bikers in attendance are scrutinizing the cowboys who are, in turn, mocking the hippies present.

Who are praying they'll get outta here alive
The hippies are hoping to escape this venue, fearing for their safety amidst the hostility of the cowboys and bikers.

The loud mouth in the corner's getting to me
This boisterous individual in the corner of the room is becoming increasingly bothersome to me.

Talking 'bout my earrings and my hair
He is incessantly commenting on my jewelry and hairstyle, both of which are typically associated with non-conventional societal norms.

I guess he ain't read the signs that say I been to prison
This individual clearly does not realize that I am a former inmate, as evident from the tattoos and other marks of the penal system.

Someone ought to warn him 'fore I knock him off his chair
It may be necessary to inform or caution him about my capabilities, as I could easily resort to violence and physically hurt him if he continues to irritate me.

'Cause my long hair just can't cover up my red neck
Although my hippie-like exterior may suggest a rejection of traditional societal values, my behavior and attitudes align more closely with those of redneck culture.

I've won every fight, I've ever fought
I possess a long history of physical confrontations and brawls, and have always emerged victorious in such conflicts.

Hey, I don't need some turkey telling me that I ain't country
I am not willing to tolerate someone belittling my country credentials or heritage, especially when such an individual has no right to do so.

And sayin' I ain't worth the damned ol' ticket that he bought
Questioning my legitimacy as a performer and suggesting that I am undeserving of the admission fee is both insulting and inappropriate.

'Cause I can sing all them songs about Texas
My musical repertoire includes several songs - even those related to a specific place like Texas - and I can perform them with ease and authenticity.

And I still do all the sad ones that I know
In addition to traditional country songs, I am also capable of performing sorrowful ballads.

They tell me, I look like Merle Haggard
Many people have remarked upon my striking resemblance to the legendary country singer Merle Haggard.

And sound a lot like David Allen Coe
Moreover, I am often compared to David Allen Coe - another country musician - in terms of my vocal style and delivery.

And the bar maid in the last town that we played in
A bartender I encountered during my last performance recognized and appreciated my musical talent.

Knew the words to every song I'd wrote
This individual was familiar with my entire repertoire and could sing all of my songs from memory.

She said, Jimmy Rabbit turned her on to my last album
I learned that Jimmy Rabbit - a fellow musician or fan - had promoted and recommended my latest album to this bartender.

Just about the time the jukebox broke
This realization occurred around the same time when the bar's jukebox stopped functioning or turned off.

Yeah, Johny Cash helped me get out of prison
Johnny Cash was instrumental in orchestrating and facilitating my release from prison, providing valuable guidance and support throughout the process.

Long before Rodriguez stole that goat
This release from confinement took place long before a recent incident involving a stolen goat that's been much discussed in public.

I've been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can't remember
I've embraced the Rhinestone Cowboy persona and image for such a long time that it has blended into my own identity, and I am unable to distinguish the two apart.

And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote
My musicianship extends beyond just my own songs, as I am capable of playing and performing any and all songs written by the iconic Hank Williams.

But the country deejays, all think I'm an outlaw
Despite my undeniable musical talent and credentials, the radio deejays view me as a societal outlaw or someone who violates norms and conventions.

And they'd never come to see me in this dive
These same hosts would never set foot in a place like this venue to watch me perform, let alone support my musical endeavors.

Where bikers stare at cowboys who are laughing at the hippies
Once again, the bikers, cowboys, and hippies in attendance are perpetuating the cycle of ridicule and scorn towards each other.

Who are praying they'll get out of here alive
The hippies still fear for their safety in the midst of all the tension and hostility around them, praying for a safe exit from this venue.