Jethro rolled up to the country club, struttinu0027 like a peacock proud,
In his beat-up truck and his trusty mutt, blastinu0027 Hank Jr. loud.
He changed in the parkinu0027 lot, right out in the open air,
Swapped his overalls for cutoff shorts, and not a soul could help but stare.

Jethro in cutoff shorts, smokin' darts and chuggin' brews,
Swinginu0027 that driver like a redneck king, breakinu0027 all the dress code rules.
Ask the beer cart girl for moonshine, Busch Light in his hand,
Heu0027s the white trash hero, the talk of this fancy land.

He sauntered to the pro shop, with no sleeves or collar in sight,
Asked the pro for some lessons, ""Iu0027ll pay ya in possum, alright?""
The members watched in horror, as he lined up on the tee,
Took a mighty swing, and his shorts split at the knee!

Jethro in cutoff shorts, smokin' darts and chuggin' brews,
Swinginu0027 that driver like a redneck king, breakinu0027 all the dress code rules.
Ask the beer cart girl for moonshine, Busch Light in his hand,
Heu0027s the white trash hero, the talk of this fancy land.

Heu0027s sippinu0027 on sweet tea, from a Mason jar so fine,
Talkinu0027 ‘bout the fish he caught, just yesterday with twine.
The members they were speechless, as he wandered to the green,
With a can of Copenhagen, heu0027s the wildest theyu0027d seen.

He flagged down the beer cart girl, ""Gimme a Busch Light, darlinu0027,"" he said,
She looked at him and chuckled, “Ainu0027t seen nothinu0027 like you, redneck Fred!”
He lined up his putt, with a chaw and a wink,
Missed it by a mile, but didnu0027t even blink.

Jethro in cutoff shorts, smokin' darts and chuggin' brews,
Swinginu0027 that driver like a redneck king, breakinu0027 all the dress code rules.
Ask the beer cart girl for moonshine, Busch Light in his hand,
Heu0027s the white trash hero, the talk of this fancy land.

So if you see olu0027 Jethro, in his cutoffs and no sleeves,
With a farmeru0027s tan thatu0027d blind you, and spurs clinkin' on his cleats,
Donu0027t bother tryin' to change him, heu0027s too wild and free,
He'll be shotgun sippin' moonshine, pissin' in the bushes, and hollerin' ""Yeehee!""

Heu0027ll take a piss by the ninth green, light up a dart by the tee,
Chugginu0027 down his Busch Light, yellinu0027, “Look, Ma, no sleeves!”
Heu0027ll be causin' a ruckus, leavinu0027 chaos in his wake,
When heu0027s done, the country club might need a dang earthquake.

With every drive and every putt, he'll leave ‘em all in shock,
Heu0027s the legend of the links, a true white trash jock.
So raise a can of Busch Light, and give olu0027 Jethro a cheer,
For the man in cutoff shorts, whou0027s redefininu0027 golf this year!