KISS (My Ass) - Energybar, HANGMAN & BoomBæp

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, You can kiss my country ass. Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds. Tattoos up an' down my arms, An' deer heads over my bed. My Grand-Daddy 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. Inbstrumental break. 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'. 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. If you're a down home, backwoods redneck, Hey, c'mon, stand up an' raise your glass. But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd, You can kiss my country ass. '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. So 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. 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.

Me and old my lady sittin' in the shade Talkin' about the money that I ain't made Singin' woah boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Woah boy, dontcha line the track Woah boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Woah boy, dontcha line the track And if I could, I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses stood Singin' woah boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Woah boy, dontcha line the track Woah boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Woah boy, dontcha line the track Drank so much hooch it made my eyes be gettin' blurry They say I nailed her to the wall A stich in time don't mean a thing, no hangman jury Could make me crawl cause I'm a poor boy Dontcha line the track a lack a Woah boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Woah boy, dontcha line the track Ooh woah Whatcha do with the gun that's loaded, ooh Shot dead when your heart exploded, ooh I tell my baby now d-don't you worry Like lying to the hangman jury, ooh woah I swear I didn't know that 45 was loaded In fact my memory ain't too clear That's not to say she didn't get what she deserved Least that's the way it looks from here Boy, when you line the track a lack a Hey boy, when ya line the track a lack a Hey boy, when ya line the track OOO when love come tumblin' down, yeah OOO when love come tumblin' down OOO (Let's get outta here) when love come tumblin' And every night she take her thing into the city And in the mornin' make me beg Cause if I'd taken all her real titty gritty I'd smack her right upside the head, boy Dontcha line the track a lack a Hey boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Hey boy, dontcha line the track OOO when love come tumblin' down OOO when love come tumblin' down OOO when love comes tumblin' Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night Hangman waitin' for the early morning light Singin' hey boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Hey boy, dontcha line the track Hey boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Hey boy, dontcha line the track And if I could, I surely would Stand on the rock that Moses done stood Singin' hey boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Hey boy, dontcha line the track Hey boy, dontcha line the track a lack a Hey boy, dontcha line the track