Blake Shelton — Kiss My Country Ass

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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