Verse 1 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                       (Riff 1) You can kiss my country ass.    Verse 2 Well I love Turkey calls overalls                                                     (Riff 2) Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin’ but Marlboro reds.   Tattoos up an’ down my arms   An’ deer heads over my bed.   My Granddaddy 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.   Verse 3 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’.   I 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.   (Repeat Chorus) Verse 4 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. 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.   Ending 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.