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 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 and down my arms

And deer heads over my bed

Well my granddaddy fought in World War II

But 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

Well, 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

Aw, yeah

Well, there's a whole lotta 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, 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 chew 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, 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

Well, 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

That's right