Political Incorrectness

My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack

There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back

Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the hood

Exhaust pipe smokin' up the neighborhood

These days guys like me, we don't fit in

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Yeah 'cause I'm socially challenged

Slightly off-balance

So everybody says

I'm a little off-center

A public offender

It's how I was raised, I guess

Ahh, If speakin' your mind is really a crime

I'm guilty, I must confess

I'm the poster child for political incorrectness

Sometimes I get too loud and I'm prone to cuss

Everytime I fire up a cigarette I cause a fuss

No I don't believe in global warming

And I don't care

About the size of the hole in the ozone layer

These days guys like me just don't fit in

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Yeah and I've learned everything I know

From outlaws like Merle and David Allan Coe

I won't change one thing about the way I am

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Oh I'm just a redneck reject

Who doesn't really give a heck

What anybody says

I'm the poster child for political incorrectness

Yes I am