My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack   There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back   Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the hood   Exhaust pipe smokin' up the neighborhood   These days guys like me, we don't fit in      (Chorus)   Yeah 'cause I'm socially challenged   Slightly off-balance   So everybody says   I'm a little off-center      A public offender   It's how I was raised, I guess   Ahh, If speakin' your mind is really a crime   I'm guilty, I must confess   I'm the poster child for political incorrectness      Sometimes I get too loud and I'm prone to cuss   Everytime I fire up a cigarette I cause a fuss   No I don't believe in global warming   And I don't care   About the size of the hole in the ozone layer   These days guys like me just don't fit in      (Chorus)      Yeah and I've learned everything I know   From outlaws like Merle and David Allan Coe   I won't change one thing about the way I am      (Chorus)      Oh I'm just a redneck reject   Who doesn't really give a heck   What anybody says   I'm the poster child for political incorrectness      Yes I am