Lyrics I Dont Give a Damn. - October London

I may be a fool with my money, but don't call me broke
I may act funny on occasions, but I ain't no joke
I can drink a bottle of whiskey down and start a fight or two
I ain't George Foreman or Ali, but I've won a few
You know

I'm a truck drivin', Harley ridin' son of a gun
Loud country music bumpin', come and have you some fun
Deer huntin', beer guzzlin', boot wearing Southern man
And I don't give a damn

Nah, I don't wear loose jeans, I like mine to fit
And I don't wear too many ties and suits and shit
See, I don't buy exotic cars, I like American-made
Ohh, I'm a real man, son, you best walk away
You know, if you ain't heard

I'm a truck drivin', Harley ridin' son of a gun
Loud country music bumpin', come and have you some fun
Deer huntin', beer guzzlin', boot wearing Southern man
And I don't give a damn

I heard you like those model girls with tiny waist
Well, I like Southern girls with curves and a pretty little face
You like girls that make side dishes and loves to bake
Well, I like a woman that makes fried chicken and grills me steak
Well, you know, if you a man

I'm a truck drivin', Harley ridin' son of a gun
Loud country music bumpin', come and have you some fun
Deer huntin', beer guzzlin', boot wearing Southern man (Southern man)
And I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn