Tearing down a dirt road, rebel flag flying coondog in the back. Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap. Earndhart sticker behind my head and my woman by my side. Tailpipes poppin, radios rockin, Country Boy Can Survive. If you got a problem with that. You can kiss my country ass. Chrous: If your a down home backwoods redneck Come on stand up and raise your glass. If you ain't down with my outlaw crowd You can kiss my country ass. I love turkey calls,ovaralls,wrangler jeans i smoke nothing but marlboro reds. Tattoos up and down my arms and deer heads over my bed. My grandaddy fought in world war 2 and my daddy went to vietnam. And i ain't scared to grab my gun and fight for my home land. If you don't love the american flag. You can kiss my country ass. (repeat chrous) Theres a whole lot of high class people out there thats looking down on me. Cause the country club where i belong is the honky tonk till 3 in the morning. I don't wear no fancy clothes no ties or three piece suits. You can find me in my camoflauge hat,t-shirt and cowboy boots. If that don't fit your social class. You can kiss my country ass. (repeat chrous) Cause i'm a front porch sittin,guitar pickin moonshine sippin, tobacco juice spittin country boy from the woods. I love fried chickin,outlaw women and i wouldn't change if i could. I don't like to start know fight,but i'll finish one everytime. You just mind your own damn business stay the hell out of mine. If u got a problem with that. You can kiss my country ass. (repeat chrous)