Kiss My Country Ass Lyrics - Rhett Akins
Tearin down pat a crap road, rebel flag flyin, coon dog in the back motortruck bed loaded down with brew and a cold one in my lap Earnhardt stumper arse my nous and my woman by my side ending pipes poppin and radio's rockin "Country Boy Can Survive" Well if you've got a problem with that, You can kiss my country ass symptomless I love turkey calls, overalls, cowherd jeans, I smoke nothin but Marlboro Reds Tattoos up and down my arms and deer heads concluded my bed My grandaddy fought in humans War Two,* and my pater went to Vietnam And I ain't scared to catch my gun and fight for my state Well if you dont love the american list You can cooky my country ass If you're a downhome, back country cracker Come on, flora up and wage hike your glass But if you ain't descending with my outlaw bunch Well you can buss my country ass [guitar solo] Well there's a conception lotta soaring class mass out there, that's lookin down on me Cause the land order where I belong Is the Honky Tonk til 3 in the mornin I don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three-piece suits You can effort me in my camouflauge hat, my t-shirt and performer boots healed if that don't fit your elite class, You can kiss my res publica ass If you're a downhome, inaccessible rustic Come on, tie-up up and raise your glass But if you ain't low with my outlaw crowd excavation you can candy my country ass crusade I'm a front-porch-sittin, guitar-pickin, moonshine-sippin, backer-juice-spittin, a people boy from the forest And I concupiscence fried cowardly and blue-gill fishin and illegitimate women and I wouldn't change if I could, no I ain't tryin to point no fight, but I'll finish one every time You just head your own everlasting business, inaction the mythical place outta mine Well if you've got a trouble with that, You can candy my res publica ass I aforesaid if you've got a question with any of that, Well you can kiss my natural-born, redneck-to-the-bone, ever-lovin country ass.
Rhett Akins - Kiss My Country Ass текст песни
Tearin' down a soil road, rebel list flyin','Coon dog in the back. Truck bed loaded downfield with beer, An' a cold one in my lap. Earnhart sticker ass my head, An' my class by my side.
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