Lyrics 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
and
down
my
arms
And
deer
heads
over
my
bed
My
Granddaddy
fought
in
World
War
Two
But
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
ain't
down
home,
backwoods
Redneck
Hey
come
on,
stand
up
and
raise
your
glass.
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
a
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
ain't
down
home,
backwoods
redneck
Hey
come
on,
stand
up
and
raise
your
glass
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
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
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,
that's
right
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