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Backstory:

Story about a Florida man who won the lottery                                                                                                                                       

Lyrics:

                                                  
He ain’t got no money ain’t got no cash
No silver spoon just a pile of trash
On the front yard of the shack that’s home
With nothin to show but all the bills he owed.

Don’t know the ABC’s or the 123’s of do ray me
That was his destiny…until he won the lottery.

Now he’s a redneck millionaire
Money talks but he don’t hear
The Midas touch is what he’s got
Five hundred thousand dollar pickup truck
He’s a redneck millionaire
Bought the trailer park ya he’s still there
Take a boy from the country, add a little bit of luck
A whole lot of zeros and whaddaya got..
A redneck millionaire

Well from NYC to West Palm Beach
Ain’t nowhere this old boy can’t reach
He’s got a mullet by Vidal Sasoon
Skoal Bandit car in his living room
Don’t stand a snowball’s chance with a Hooters girl
In this or any other world…until he won the lottery

Now he’s a redneck millionaire
Money talks but he don’t hear
The Midas touch is what he’s got
Five hundred thousand dollar pick ‘em up truck
He’s a redneck millionaire
Bought the trailer park ya he’s still there
Take a boy from the country, add a little bit of luck
A whole lot of zeros and whaddaya got..
A redneck millionaire

Rags to riches and back again
Lost every dime but not one friend
Easy come and easy go
When every dirt road leads you back home

Now he’s a redneck millionaire
Money talks but he don’t hear
The Midas touch is what he’s got
Five hundred thousand dollar pickup truck
He’s a redneck millionaire
Bought the trailer park ya he’s still there
Take a boy from the country, add a little bit of luck
A whole lot of zeros and whaddaya got..
A redneck millionaire