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My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the hood Exhaust pipe smokin' up the neighborhood These days guys like me, we don't fit in (Chorus) Yeah cuz I'm socially challenged Slightly off-balance So everybody says I'm a little off-center A public offender It's how I was raised, I guess Ahh, If speakin' your mind is really a crime I'm guilty, I must confess I'm the poster child for political incorrectness Sometimes I get too loud and I'm prone to cuss Everytime I fire up a cigarette I cause a fuss No I don't believe in global warming And I don't care About the size of the hole in the ozone layer These days guys like me just don't fit in (Chorus) Songtexte Yeah and I've learned everything I know From outlaws like Merle and David Allan Coe I won't change one thing about the way I am (Chorus) Oh I'm just a redneck reject Who doesn't really give a heck What anybody says I'm the poster child for political incorrectness Yes I am Aus Songtexte Mania