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 Earnhart 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 & down my arms, And deer heads over my bed. My Granddaddy fought in World War Two, 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, 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!
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 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 juice spittin' country boy from the woods And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin' And outlaw women, an' 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 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.