Kiss My Country Ass

Tearin' down a dirt road

Rebel flag flyin'

Coon dog in the back

Truck bed loaded down with beer

And a cold one in my lap

Earnhart sticker behind my head

And my woman by my side

Tail-pipe's poppin'

the radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive"

If you got a problem with that, ha ha!

You can kiss my country ass

Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans

Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds

Tattoos up & down my arms,

And deer heads over my bed.

My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,

My Daddy went to Vietnam.

And I ain't scared to grab my gun,

And 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,

Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,

You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!

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Aw yeah...

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 cap

My t-shirt and 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, come on, stand up and raise your glass

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass

Well I'm a front-porch sittin',

Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',

Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods

And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'

And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!

I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time

So you just mind your own damn business

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.