love this song!
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 pipes poppin’,
the radio’s rockin’ Country Boy Can Survive. Well if you’ve got a
problem with that, you can kiss my country ass.
Well I love turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler Jeans, I smoke nothin’
but Marlborough Red’s, tattoos up and down my arms and deer heads
over my bed. My granddaddy fought in World War Two and my daddy went
to Vietnam, and I ain’t scared to grab my gun and fight for my homeland.
Well if you don’t love the American flag, you can kiss my country ass.
If you’re a down-home backwoods redneck, come on stand up and raise
your glass, but if you ain’t down with my outlaw crowd well
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
3 in the mornin’. I don’t wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage hat, my t-shirt and cowboy boots.
Well 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
well you can kiss my country ass.
Cause I’m a front porch sittin’, guitar pickin’, moonshine sippin’,
biker juice spittin’ country boy from the woods. And I love fried
chicken and bluegill fishin’ and outlaw women, and I wouldn’t
change if I could.
I ain’t tryin to start no fight but I’ll finish one every time.
You just mind your own damn business, stay the hell outta mine.
Well if you’ve got a problem with that, you can kiss my country ass.
I said if you got a problem with any of that,
well you can kiss my nautral born, redneck to the bone, ever lovin’ country ass.
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 pipes poppin’,
the radio’s rockin’ Country Boy Can Survive. Well if you’ve got a
problem with that, you can kiss my country ass.
Well I love turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler Jeans, I smoke nothin’
but Marlborough Red’s, tattoos up and down my arms and deer heads
over my bed. My granddaddy fought in World War Two and my daddy went
to Vietnam, and I ain’t scared to grab my gun and fight for my homeland.
Well if you don’t love the American flag, you can kiss my country ass.
If you’re a down-home backwoods redneck, come on stand up and raise
your glass, but if you ain’t down with my outlaw crowd well
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
3 in the mornin’. I don’t wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage hat, my t-shirt and cowboy boots.
Well 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
well you can kiss my country ass.
Cause I’m a front porch sittin’, guitar pickin’, moonshine sippin’,
biker juice spittin’ country boy from the woods. And I love fried
chicken and bluegill fishin’ and outlaw women, and I wouldn’t
change if I could.
I ain’t tryin to start no fight but I’ll finish one every time.
You just mind your own damn business, stay the hell outta mine.
Well if you’ve got a problem with that, you can kiss my country ass.
I said if you got a problem with any of that,
well you can kiss my nautral born, redneck to the bone, ever lovin’ country ass.