Karaoké Kiss My Country Ass Blake Shelton

Tearin' down a dirt road rebel flag flyin' coon dog in the back

Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap

Earnhardt sticker behind my head

And my woman by my side

Tail pipe's poppin' the radio's rockin' country boy can survive

If you've got a problem with that, ha ha you can kiss my country ass

Well I love turkey calls overalls Wrangler jeans

Smoke 'nothin' but Marlboro reds

Tattoos up and down my arms

And deer heads over my bed

And my Grand Daddy fought in World War Two

But my daddy went to Vietnam

And I ain't scared to grab my gun

And 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

Hey come on stand up and raise your glass

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass oh yeah

Well there's a whole lotta high class people out there that's lookin' down on me

'Cos the country club where I belong

Is a 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 cap

My t shirt and 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 come on stand up and raise your glass

But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd

You can kiss my country ass

Well I'm a front porch sittin'

Guitar pickin' moonshine sippin'

Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods

And I love fried chicken and blue gill fishin' and outlaw women

And I wouldn't change if I could no

I ain't tryin' to start no fight but I'll finish one every time

So you just mind your own damn business stay the hell outta mine if you've got

A problem with that you can kiss my country ass

I said if you've got a problem with any of that

You can kiss my natural born redneck to the bone

Ever lovin' country ass that's right