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This is the worst country song of all time And it goes I hate beer and honky-tonk women I don't eat deer and I can't stand fishin' And I don't know the words to "Family Tradition" "Folsom Prison" or "Walk The Line" And I think sweet tea is overrrated And all dirt roads were made for pavin' Yeah, this is the worst country song of all time And the chorus goes I love cities and traffic jams I don't want a house on a piece of land I deserve a bunch of money and a minivan But I don't wanna earn a dime Old Yeller didn't make me sad I think we should change the American flag Yeah, this is the worst country song of all time The second verse goes I think trucks are a waste of gas If you disagree well cancel that 'Cause my momma never whipped my ass, huh I guess she never tried Man, stick a fork in the constitution I support Kim Jong-Un and Putin Yeah, this is the worst country song of all time And the chorus goes I love cities and traffic jams I don't want a house on a piece of land I deserve a bunch of money and a minivan But I don't wanna earn a dime Old Yeller didn't make me sad I think we should change the american flag Yeah, this is the worst country song of all time And the bridge goes I'm too good for solo cups Your momma's homemade fried chicken sucks Boots ain't made to get scuffed up How you like that saxophone? Yeah, my neck ain't red, John Deeres are blue And you're as country as caviar If you think that's true and this song's a joke But if it ain't for you then I know your favorite song And it goes like I love cities and traffic jams I don't want a house on a piece of land I deserve a bunch of money and a minivan But I don't wanna earn a dime Old Yeller didn't make me sad I think we should change the american flag Yeah, this is the worst country song of all time

Gas up the truck, ice up the beer Hit up the boys and the girls Y'all get out here (y'all get out here) Crank up the country, Jack up the Coke Roll up some funky, light up a smoke Tonight, we're gonna party like it's redneck '99 Gonna kick it way down at the county line Get to sippin' on some Tennessee mountain shine I think it's time we fire up the night Get your bad self lit, fire up the night Get your Friday night fix Shoot a flame so high, they could see it from town Like we're burnin' the whole place down Fire up the night (Well, here's what you're gonna do) Yeah, walk up to that pretty little cherry bomb Say, "What's your name, what you think about slippin' off?" Gettin' lost down where the creek's still runnin' Maybe spark up a little somethin', somethin' Girl, you got the honey, go on and give me a taste Right on the money, that little whiskey shake You're gonna break the bank Tonight we're gonna party like it's redneck '99 Gonna kick it way down at the county line Get to sippin' on some Tennessee mountain shine I think it's time we fire up the night Get your bad self lit, fire up the night Get your Friday night fix Shoot a flame so high, they could see it from town Like we're burnin' the whole place down Fire up the night (woo) Fire up the night Crank up the country Crank up the country, hey Fire up the night (fire up the night) Fire up the night (fire up the night) Fire up the night (fire up the night) Fire up the night (yeah-yeah) Tonight, we're gonna party like it's redneck '99 Gonna kick it way down at the county line Get to sippin' on some Tennessee mountain shine I think it's time we fire up the night Get your bad self lit, fire up the night Get your Friday night fix Shoot a flame so high, they could see it from town Like we're burnin' the whole place down Fire up the night (yeah) Fire up the night