Kiss my country ass by 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-pipes poppin the radios 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 aint scared to grab my gun, And fight for my homeland. If you dont love the American flag, You can kiss my country ass. If youre a down home, backwoods redneck, Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass. But if you aint down with my outlaw crowd, You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah! [Instrumental break] Aw yeah... Well, theres a whole lotta high-class people out there Thats lookin down on me Cause the country club where I belong Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin Dont 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 dont fit your social class You can kiss my country ass If youre a down home, backwoods redneck Hey, come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you aint down with my outlaw crowd You can kiss my country ass Well Im 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 wouldnt change if I could. NO! I aint tryin to start no fight, but Ill 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
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 00:19:07 +0000
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