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

Earnhardt 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, ha ha!

You can kiss my country ass



Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans

Smoke nothing but Marlboro reds

Tattoos up & down my arms

And deer heads over my bed

My Granddaddy fought in World War Two

My Daddy went to Vietnam

And I aren’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, backwoods redneck

Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass

But if you aren’t down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!








Aw yeah






Well, there's a whole lot of high-class people out there

That's looking down on me

Cause the country club where I belong

Is the Honky Tonk till three in the morning

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 aren’t down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass






Well I'm a front-porch sitting

Guitar picking, moonshine sipping

Backer juice spitting country boy from the woods

And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishing

And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!

I aren’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