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.

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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.