Kiss My Country Ass

Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',
 'Coon dog in the back.
 Truck bed loaded down with beer,
 An' a cold one in my lap.
 Earnhart sticker behind my head,
 An' my woman by my side.
 Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin':
 "Country Boy Can Survive".
 Well, if you got a problem with that,
 You can kiss my country ass.
 Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls,
 Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds.
 Tattoos up an' down my arms,
 An' deer heads over my bed.
 My Grand-Daddy fought in World War Two,
 An' my Daddy went to Vietnam.
 An' I ain't scared to grab my gun,
 An' fight for my homeland.
 If you don't love the American flag,
 You can kiss my country ass.
 If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
 C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.
 But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
 You can kiss my country ass.
 Inbstrumental break.
 Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there,
 That's lookin' down on me.
 'Cause the country club where I belong,
 Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'.
 Don't wear no fancy clothes,
 No ties or three-piece suits.
 You can find me in my camouflage hat,
 My tee-shirt an' cowboy boots.
 If that don't fit your social class,
 You can kiss my country ass.
 If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
 Hey, c'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.
 But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
 You can kiss my country ass.
 'Cause I'm a front-porch sittin',
 Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
 Bacca juice spittin' country boy from the woods.
 An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishin',
 An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could.
 I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time.
 So you just mind your own damn business,
 And stay the hell outta mine.
 If you got a problem with that,
 You can kiss my country ass.
 I said if you got a problem with any of that,
 You can kiss my natural born,
 Redneck to the bone,
 Ever-lovin' country ass.