I am a Southern boy and I was brought up to treat everybody with respect And though I do my best you know sometimes it's mighty hard When folks use the 'are' word to talk about my neck They use that 'are' word when they talk about my neck All across this nation an effort's bein' made to be so politically correct It applies to almost every creed and nationality But they still use the 'are' word when they talk about my neck They still use the 'are' word when they discuss my neck CHORUS Call me a hillbilly, call me country-fried And I will not object Call me farm boy and I'll take that with pride Just don't use the 'are' word when you talk about my neck Don't use that 'are' word in reference to my neck That little word don't bother me at all when it is used Describing a sunset or a wine But surely they could find some less offensive substitute When referring to the cervical region of my spine That verbal combination just gets me every time REPEAT CHORUS Call me a clodhopper, call me a stump jumper, call me a pain in the tail Call me antiquated, backwater cracker, call me Ishmael Call me a knuckle draggin', inbred honky, call me a slack-jawed hick Call me an addle-brained, shallow-minded boondocker, I don't mind a bit Well that's all I've got to say, that's all she wrote, come on gang Let's bring her home.