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
Earnhardt sticker behind my head and my woman by my side
Tail pipes poppin and radio's rockin "Country Boy Can Survive"
Well if you've got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass

Well I love turkey calls, overalls, wrangler jeans,
I smoke nothin but Marlboro Reds
Tattoos up and down my arms and deer heads over my bed
My grandaddy fought in World War Two,*
and my daddy went to Vietnam
And I ain't scared to grab my gun and fight for my homeland
Well if you dont love the American flag
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a downhome, backwoods redneck
Come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
Well you can kiss my country ass

[guitar solo]

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 HonkyTonk til 3 in the mornin
I don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three-piece suits
You can find me in my camouflauge hat, my t-shirt and cowboy boots
Well if that don't fit your social class,
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a downhome, backwoods redneck
Come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
Well you can kiss my country ass

Cause I'm a front-porch-sittin, guitar-pickin, moonshine-sippin,
backer-juice-spittin, country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken and blue-gill fishin and outlaw women
and I wouldn't change if I could, no
I ain't tryin to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
You just mind your own damn business, stay the hell outta mine
Well if you've got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass
I said if you've got a problem with any of that,
Well you can kiss my natural-born, redneck-to-the-bone, ever-lovin country ass.