Kiss My Country Ass - Blake Shelton

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 ass

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 ass.

If you’re a down home, backwoods redneck,

Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.

But if you ain’t down with my outlaw crowd,

You can kiss my country ass.

Aw yeah!

Aw yeah…

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 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 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 ain’t down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass

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 ass

I said if you got a problem with any of that

You can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the bone

Ever-lovin' country ass.