Lirik Lagu Kiss My Country Ass - Blake Shelton
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Tearin' down a dirt roadRebel flag flyin'Coon dog in the backTruck bed loaded down with beerAnd a cold one in my lapEarnhart sticker behind my headAnd my woman by my sideTail-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 jeansSmoke nothin' but Marlboro redsTattoos up & down my arms,And deer heads over my bed.My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,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 a down home, backwoods redneck,Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!
[Instrumental break]
Aw yeah...
Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out thereThat's lookin' down on meCause the country club where I belongIs the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'Don't wear no fancy clothesNo ties or three piece suits.You can find me in my camouflage capMy t-shirt and cowboy bootsIf that don't fit your social classYou can kiss my country ass
If you're a down home, backwoods redneckHey, come on, stand up and raise your glassBut if you ain't down with my outlaw crowdYou can kiss my country ass
Well I'm a front-porch sittin',Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woodsAnd I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every timeSo you just mind your own damn businessStay the hell outta mine.If you got a problem with thatYou can kiss my country ass
I said if you got a problem with any of thatYou can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the boneEver-lovin' country ass.
Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeansSmoke nothin' but Marlboro redsTattoos up & down my arms,And deer heads over my bed.My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,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 a down home, backwoods redneck,Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!
[Instrumental break]
Aw yeah...
Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out thereThat's lookin' down on meCause the country club where I belongIs the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'Don't wear no fancy clothesNo ties or three piece suits.You can find me in my camouflage capMy t-shirt and cowboy bootsIf that don't fit your social classYou can kiss my country ass
If you're a down home, backwoods redneckHey, come on, stand up and raise your glassBut if you ain't down with my outlaw crowdYou can kiss my country ass
Well I'm a front-porch sittin',Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woodsAnd I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every timeSo you just mind your own damn businessStay the hell outta mine.If you got a problem with thatYou can kiss my country ass
I said if you got a problem with any of thatYou can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the boneEver-lovin' country ass.
