Well, some say I'm not country,
An' that's just fine with me.
'Cause I don't wanna be country,
With some faggott lookin' over at me.

They say that I'm ill-mannered,
That I'm gonna self-destruct.
But if you know what I'm thinkin',
You'll know that pop-country really sucks.

So I'm here to put the dick in Dixie,
And the c**t back in Country.
'Cause the kinda country I'm hearin' nowadays:
It's a bunch of f*****g sh*t to me.
They say that I'm ill-mannered,
That I'm gonna self-destruct.
But if you know what I'm thinkin',
You'll know that pop-country really sucks.

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Well we're losin' all the outlaws,
That had to stand their ground.
An' they're bein' replaced by these kids,
From a manufactured town.

And they don't have no idea,
About sorrow and woe.
'Cause they're all just too damn busy,
Kissin' ass on Music Row.

So I'm here to put the dick in Dixie,
And the c**t back in Country.
'Cause the kinda country I'm hearin' nowadays.
It's a bunch of f*****g sh*t to me.
They say that I'm ill-mannered,
That I'm gonna self-destruct.
And if you know what I'm thinkin',
You'll know that pop-country really sucks.

Yeah, just let me warm up a little bit.
I ain't flat-picked in weeks, so....