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Rhett Akins

Kiss My Country Ass

 

Kiss My Country Ass

(Album: People Like Me - 2007)


Tearing down a dirt road, rebel flag flying
'Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
An' a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head
An' my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's popping, the radio's rocking
"Country Boy Can Survive"
Well, 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 an' down my arms
An' deer heads over my bed
My Grand-Daddy fought in World War Two
An' my Daddy went to Vietnam
An' I ain't scared to grab my gun
An' 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
C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass

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 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 hat
My tee-shirt an' 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, c'mon, stand up an' raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass

'Cause I'm a front-porch sitting
Guitar picking, moonshine sipping
Bacca juice spitting country boy from the woods
An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishing
An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could
I ain't trying to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
And 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

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