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Kiss My Country Ass ukulele

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Verse 1 

D 
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',  

'Coon dog in the back.   
D 
Truck bed loaded down with beer,  

An' a cold one in my lap.  
A  
Earnhart sticker behind my head,  
                         G  
An' my woman by my side.  
D 
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin' 

Country Boy Can Survive.  
 
Well, if you got a problem with that,  
       Cadd9  A   G   D     (Riff 1) 
You can kiss my country ass.   


Verse 2 

D 
Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls,  
                                                   
Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds.  
D 
Tattoos up an' down my arms,  

An' deer heads over my bed.  
   A  
My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,  
                               G  
An' my Daddy went to Vietnam.  
D 
An' I ain't scared to grab my gun,  

An' fight for my homeland.  
 
If you don't love the American flag,  
       Cadd9  A   G   D 
You can kiss my country ass.  

 
Chorus:
                   A                                     D 
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck, 
             A                  G             D 
C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass. 
                  A                           D 
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd, 
            Cadd9  A   G     D 
You can kiss my country ass.


Verse 3 

D                                        
Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there,  
                             
That's lookin' down on me.  
D 
'Cause the country club where I belong,  
                       D 
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'.  
A  
I don't wear no fancy clothes,  
                              G  
No ties or three-piece suits.  
D 
You can find me in my camouflage hat,  

My tee-shirt an' cowboy boots.  
 
If that don't fit your social class,  
       Cadd9  A   G   D 
You can kiss my country ass.  


(Repeat Chorus) 


Verse 4 
            D  
Cause I'm a front-porch sittin',  
D                 D  
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',  
D                     D 
Bacca juice spittin' country boy from the woods.  
      D                     D  
An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishin',  
    D                    D 
An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could.  
A                                                                 G  
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time.  
D 
You just mind your own damn business,  

And stay the hell outta mine.  

If you got a problem with that,  
      Cadd9  A   G   D    
You can kiss my country ass.  


Ending
 
I said if you got a problem with any of that,  
        A       G  
You can kiss my natural born,  
A              G  
Redneck to the bone,  
A           G       D 
Ever-lovin' country ass.

            
            
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