Kiss My Ass

Down home roots, Skoal tattoo
Friday night just lettin' loose
1−0-3's, holey jeans, fitted hats with biker rings
It’s what I’m about, ain’t from around the city
Little roughed up, yeah I’m poor boy pretty
If you like your longnecks blue
I’m like you
Raisin' hell that’s what we do
Cornbread fed, born and bred
Bust our ass 'til our necks all red
And we stand for that flag
Yeah, if you can’t respect that
Then you can kiss my ass
Roll up smoke, fishin' holes
Country girls on old dirt roads
Muddy grips, dips in lips
Stand our ground don’t take no shit
It’s what I’m about, ain’t from around the city
Little roughed up, yeah I’m poor boy pretty
If you like your longnecks blue
I’m like you
Raisin' hell that’s what we do
Cornbread fed, born and bred
Bust our ass 'til our necks all red
And we stand for that flag
Yeah, if you can’t respect that
Then you can kiss my ass
Yeah, you can kiss my ass
If you like your longnecks blue
I’m like you
Raisin' hell that’s what we do
Cornbread fed, born and bred
Bust our ass 'til our necks all red
And we stand for that flag
Yeah, if you can’t respect that
Then you can kiss my ass
Kiss my ass
Yeah, you can kiss my ass