Blake Shelton - Kiss My Country Ass lyrics

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 Earnhart sticker behind my head And my woman by my side Tail-pipe's poppin' the radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive" If you got a problem with that, ha ha! You can kiss my country a** Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans Smoke nothin' 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 ain't scared to grab my gun, And fight for my homeland. If you don't love the American flag, You can kiss my country a**. If you're a down home, backwoods redneck, Hey come on, stand up and raise your gla**. But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd, You can kiss my country a**. Aw yeah! [Instrumental break] Aw yeah... Well, there's a whole lotta high-cla** people out there That's lookin' down on me Cause the country club where I belong Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin' 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 cla** You can kiss my country a** If you're a down home, backwoods redneck Hey, come on, stand up and raise your gla** But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd You can kiss my country a** Well I'm a front-porch sittin', Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin', Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin' And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO! I ain't tryin' 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 a** I said if you got a problem with any of that You can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the bone Ever-lovin' country a**.