Текст песни Blake Shelton - Kiss My Country Ass

Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',  

'Coon dog in the back.   
Truck bed loaded down with beer,  

An' a cold one in my lap.  
Earnhart sticker behind my head,  
An' my woman by my side.  
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin' 

Country Boy Can Survive.  

Well, if you got a problem with that,  
                    (Riff 1) 
You can kiss my country ass.   

Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls,  

Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds.  
Tattoos up an' down my arms,  

An' deer heads over my bed.  
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My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,  
An' my Daddy went to Vietnam.  
An' I ain't scared to grab my gun,  

An' fight for my homeland.  

If you don't love the American flag,  
You can kiss my country ass.  

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck, 
'mon, stand up an' raise your glass. 
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd, 
You can kiss my country ass.

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 Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'.  
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I don't wear no fancy clothes,  
No ties or three-piece suits.  
You can find me in my camouflage hat,  

My tee-shirt an' cowboy boots.  

If that don't fit your social class,  
You can kiss my country ass.  

(Repeat Chorus) 

Cause I'm a front-porch sittin',  
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',  
Bacca juice spittin' country boy from the woods.  
An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishin',  
An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could.  
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time.  
You just mind your own damn business,  

And stay the hell outta mine.  

If you got a problem with that,  
You can kiss my country ass.  

Ending

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.