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.