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 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 © RHETTNECK MUSIC; BIG BORASSA MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com