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