If You Don't Like Us

We hunt squirrels with our .22s We like our mountains nice and blue We ain't no pretty boys from the big old city We try our best to stay away from you We ain't afraid of getting mud on our tires Or a couple loose wires Yeah you can find us at the bonfire Where we listen to some Hank And some Haggerd Johnny Cash yeah the man in black If you don't like us we don't give a fuck You can kiss our ass Yeah you can kiss our ass I got these scars on my knuckles Some from fights and some from work Give me a cope can or a couple A dimebag of weed and a rack of coors light We're going far back in the sticks where we like to have our fun In the fire glare where we have no single care Where we listen to some Hank And some Haggerd Johnny Cash yeah the man in black If you don't like us we don't give a fuck You can kiss our ass Yeah you can kiss our ass