Kiss My Country Ass

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Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',

'Coon dog in the back.
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Truck bed loaded down with beer,

An' a cold one in my lap.
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Earnhart sticker behind my head,
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An' my woman by my side. 
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Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin'

Country Boy Can Survive.

Well, if you got a problem with that,
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You can kiss my country ass.


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Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls,

Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds.
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Tattoos up an' down my arms,

An' deer heads over my bed.
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My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,
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An' my Daddy went to Vietnam.  
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An' I ain't scared to grab my gun,

An' fight for my homeland.

If you don't love the American flag,
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You can kiss my country ass.

Chorus
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If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,                
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C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.         
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But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,   
       Cadd9   A   G   D
You can kiss my country ass.


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

That's lookin' down on me.
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'Cause the country club where I belong,
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Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'.
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I don't wear no fancy clothes,
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No ties or three-piece suits. 
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You can find me in my camouflage hat,

My tee-shirt an' cowboy boots.

If that don't fit your social class,
       Cadd9   A   G   D
You can kiss my country ass.

       
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Cause I'm a front-porch sittin',
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Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
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Bacca juice spittin' country boy from the woods.
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An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishin',
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An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could.
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I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time. 
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You just mind your own damn business,

And stay the hell outta mine.

If you got a problem with that,
       Cadd9   A   G   D
You can kiss my country ass.


I said if you got a problem with any of that,
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You can kiss my natural born,
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Redneck to the bone,
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Ever-lovin' country ass.