More Middle Fingers (feat. Brantley Gilbert)

This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn politician

And this one's for the boss, the hoss

Who wouldn't let you off the go fishing

And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street

Taking you and me to the cleaners

Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip

Like your mama ain't there

I could use a few for the dude in the suit

Who cut me off in his brand new Beamer

Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers

Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son

Yeah, the one in the hippie sandals

Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect

For Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels

If you don't salute the troops and

The red, white and blue collar cold beer drinkers

Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip

Like your mama ain't there

I could use a few for the dude in the suit

Who cut me off in his brand new Beamer

Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers

If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth

My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit

Like your mama ain't there

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air

Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip

Like your mama ain't there

I could use a few for the fat cats

Blowing the roof off the bullshit meter

Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers

Yeah, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers

More middle fingers