Kiss My Country Ass

Tearing down a dirt road, rebel flag flying, coon dog in the back

Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap

Earnhart sticker behind my head and my woman by my side

Tail-pipe's popping, the radio's rocking, Country Boy Can Survive

If you got a problem with that, you can kiss my country ass

Well I love turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans

Smoke nothing but Marlboro Reds

Tattoos up and down my arms

And deer heads over my bed

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 one, 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 looking down on me

'Cause the country club where I belong

Is a honky tonk till 3 in the morning

Don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three piece suits

You can find me in 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 one, 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 sitting, guitar picking, moonshine sipping

Back chew spitting country boy from the woods

And I love fried chicken and blue gill fishing

And outlaw women and I wouldn't change if I could, no

I ain't trying 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

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 loving country ass

That's right