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rhett akins – kiss my country ass

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tearin’ down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin’,
‘c–n 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 -ss.

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 -ss.

if you’re a down home, backwoods redneck,
c’mon, stand up an’ raise your gl-ss.
but if you ain’t down with my outlaw crowd,
you can kiss my country -ss.

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well, there’s a whole lotta high-cl-ss 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 cl-ss,
you can kiss my country -ss.

if you’re a down home, backwoods redneck,
hey, c’mon, stand up an’ raise your gl-ss.
but if you ain’t down with my outlaw crowd,
you can kiss my country -ss.

’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 d-mn business,
and stay the h-ll outta mine.
if you got a problem with that,
you can kiss my country -ss.

i said if you got a problem with any of that,
you can kiss my natural born,
redneck to the bone,
ever-lovin’ country -ss.

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