The Bubba Vote 
(a song for redneck with banjo)
© 2008 Jesse Blevins
  
My collar's blue, my neck is red.
You might assume that I'm slow in the head,
That I ain't got a lick of sense,
I'd pick a fool for president,
I done that once or twice.
This time you'll be surprised...

'Cause this bubba is voting for Obama (that's right!)
I don't care if his daddy's black, or if his momma's white.
"Yes we can" depends on whether
Working people stand together.
Obama's got some hope, 
He's got this bubba's vote.

The rich get rich, while we get taxed.
They send our jobs overseas and we get axed.
What's "free trade" but ruthless plunder?
What else can we do, you wonder?
We can make it fair,
We can take our share.

We're bubbas and we're voting for Obama (that's right!)
We don't care if his daddy's black, or if his momma's white.
"Yes we can" depends on whether
Working people stand together.
Obama's got some hope, 
He's got this bubba's vote.

Afghanistan and then Iraq,
We got no right to be there, so let's bring our buddies back.
They lied to get us into it, 
The truth will put an end to it.
McCain would have us there
Another hundred years, so

This bubba is voting for Obama (that's right!)
I don't care if his daddy's black, or if his momma's white.
"Yes we can" depends on whether
Working people stand together.
Obama's got some hope, 
He's got this bubba's vote!