Lirik Lagu Kiss My Country Ass - Rhett Akins
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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,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.My Grand-Daddy 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,C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,You can kiss my country ass.
Inbstrumental break.
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'.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.
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,Hey, c'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,You can kiss my country ass.
'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.So 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.
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.
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.My Grand-Daddy 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,C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,You can kiss my country ass.
Inbstrumental break.
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'.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.
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,Hey, c'mon, stand up an' raise your glass.But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,You can kiss my country ass.
'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.So 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.
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.
