Paroles
Down-home roots, Skoal tattoos
Friday night just lettin' loose
1-0-3's, holey jeans
Fitted hats with biker rings
It's what I'm 'bout, ain't from 'round 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
Rolled 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 'bout, 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