Well I don't like you and you don't like me
We don't like each other it's plain to see
But I've got a pistol all you've got's a knife
You better move on if it ain't worth your life
Now that girl on the bar-stool she ain't your kind
She was married to my cousin but tonight she's mine
Go hit on those girls in your big city town
You better be goin', I ain't messin' around
What are you doin' down here
We don't like your kind boy, do I make myself clear
Better take your earring back where you belong
We don't like your kind so you better move on
Now we just don't mingle with you folks from the town
You laugh at us rednecks and you put us all down
You said you're from college but you don't seem to bright
Cause you just brung a switch blade to a pistol fight
What are you doin' down here...
Now old Joe says to take it to the parking lot
He's been a little nervous since the jukebox was shot
I won't pull out my pistol if you put up your knife
And I'll keep my woman and you keep your life
What are you doin' down here...
We don't like each other so let's both move on