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 and 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 Marlboro Reds

Tattoos up and down my arms and deer heads over my bed

My grandaddy 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 dont love the American flag

You can kiss my country ass



If you're a downhome, backwoods redneck

Come on, stand up and raise your glass

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crap

Well you can kiss my country ass



[guitar solo]



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 HonkyTonk til 3 in the mornin

I don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three-piece suits

You can find me in my camouflauge 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 downhome, backwoods redneck

Come on, stand up and raise your glass

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crap

Well you can kiss my country ass



Cause I'm a front-porch-sittin, guitar-pickin, moonshine-sippin, 

backer-juice-spittin, country boy from the woods

And I love fried chicken and blue-gill fishin and outlaw women

and I wouldn't change if I could, no

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've got a problem with any of that,

Well you can kiss my natural-born, redneck-to-the-bone, ever-lovin country ass.