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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 about, ain’t from 'round 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 Rolled 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 about, 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 SongtexteRaisin’ 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 Aus Songtexte Mania