Kiss My Rebel Ass

Yes, I have two first names I own a four-wheel drive Shotgun rack in the back Bud' all down the side You say you've seen my kind before You say that I'm 'white trash' I think you're right, I love to fight Kiss my rebel ass 'Cause what them Yankees think and say don't mean a thing to me I am not one bit concerned about high society I love my daddy's .44, and I love my Johnny Cash And you'll pry it from my cold, dead hands Kiss my rebel ass I've been on the drink too much And hang out with my friends Down and out all night long To hell and back again There's an ex-wife or two out there That'll tell you 'bout my past But I'll tell you like I told them, son "Kiss my rebel ass" 'Cause what my exes think and say, don't mean a thing to me I am not one bit concerned about high society I love my daddy's .44, and I love my Johnny Cash And you'll pry it from my cold, dead hands Kiss my rebel ass 'Cause what them Yankees think and say, don't mean a thing to me I am not one bit concerned about high society I love my daddy's .44, and I love my Johnny Cash And you'll pry it from my cold, dead hands Kiss my rebel ass I was raised on outlaw music Waylon, Willie and Johnny Cash And I'll tell you like they told them, son "Kiss our rebel ass" I'll tell you like they told them, son "Kiss my rebel ass"