Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin'? It's good to be in your local bar again So let's get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud Have a damn good time until the show's at an' end Sometimes I'm wired an' sometimes I'm tired But I'm doin' the best that I can So let's have a drink and get drunk with Hank An' may the outlaws rise again Well I'm a son of a son I've gotten shit for what I've said an' done Well I remember watchin' ol' Waylon When he was shootin' his shotgun It's a certain kinda livin' It's a certain kinda style Not everybody likes us But we drive some folks wild Well I think I'd rather eat the barrel Of a double-barrel loaded shotgun Than to hear that shit they call pop-country music On ninety-eight-point-one Just so you know, so it's set in stone Kid Rock don't come from where I come from Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank And if you even thought so God-damn, you're fuckin' dumb So let's get real loud Let's get stoned and proud Pour me another shot of whiskey An' this one's for the south It's a certain kinda livin' It's a certain kinda style Not everybody likes us But we we drive some folks wild Not everybody likes us But we we drive some folks wild Not everybody likes us But we we drive some folks wild