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
Earnhardt sticker behind my head
And my woman by my side
Tail pipe's poppin'
The radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive"
If you've 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 and down my arms
And deer heads over my bed
Well my granddaddy fought in World War Two
And my daddy went to Vietnam
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 back woods 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
Oh yeah
Well there's a whole lot of high class people out there
that's a lookin' down on me
'Cause the country club where I belong
Is a 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, back woods, redneck
Yeah 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', bagger juice spittin'
Country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken and blue gill fishin' and outlaw women
And 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 out of mine
If you've 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 everlovin' country ass.