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 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 ′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