Rhett Atkins Lyrics
"Kiss My Country Ass"

Tearin' down a dirt road, Rebel flag flyin'
Coondog in the back.
Truckbed loaded down with beer,
and a cold one in my lap.
Earnhardt sticker behind my head,
and my woman by my side.
Tailpipes poppin', the radio's rockin',
"Country Boy Can Survive."
Well if you got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass!

Well I love turkey calls, over-alls, wrangler jeans,
and smoke nothing Marlboro Reds.
Tattoos up and down my arms,
and deer heads over my bed.
My grandaddy fought in World War II,
and my daddy went to Vietnam.
And I ain't scared to grab my gun,
and fight for my home land.
Well if you don't love the American Flag,
You can kiss my country ass!

If you're a down home, 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!

Well there's a whole lot a high class people out there,
that's a lookin' down on me.
Cuz the country club where I belong,
Is the honkey tonk til three in the mornin'
I don't where no fancy clothes, no ties or three-piece suits,
You can find me in my camoflauge hat,
In 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 down home, 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!

Cuz I'm a front porch sittin', guitar pickin',
moonshine sippin', baccer chew spittin',
country boy from the woods.

And I love fried chicken, and bluegill fishin', and outlaw women,
and I wouldn't change if I cooould. (No)
I ain't trying to start no fight,
but I finish one everytime.
You just mind your own damn business
and stay the hell out of mine.
Well if you got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass!
I said if you got a problem with any of that,
Well you can kiss my natural born,
Redneck to the bone,
Ever-lovin' country ass!