Damn straight!!!

i plague this to all who rock there country music loud and proud

and those who play Latin music or don't like to wave the American flag

GOD BLESS THE USA AND THE TROOPS WHO FIGHT FOR ARE FREEDOM
LIVE AND PROUD AMERICAN
AND WHO DON'T LIKE
KISS MY ASS

This is my song

are you serious its a huntin dog that grabs coons as in racoons thats what a coon dog is Diana Galan

THIS SONG ..IS SO MEEE...LOL..AND YOUR DOING VERY VERY WELL RED OCTOBER FISHN !! I'M THE SHIT!! XO2U HK

MY FAMOUS LAST WORDS..................

It's bare for anyone that wants to pucker up.........thanks Tony

Stang, here in meemistan, we raise our glsses, put your hand over hearts and sing !

In one word...BRILLANT!!!
National Anthem???
Bring it on ..hav'nt laffed this much since tha Pig eat my sister...is there banjo in this one???
TONY...YOU find the Gems...lov-yar for it!!! haaa! don't go changin..haaa!
Hey Robin..hope you where tinkin bout me..when..you were gusslin that Aussie..BLONK!!...
Go GIRL!!! CHEERS!!

Tearin down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin, coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap
Earnhardt sticker behind my head and my woman by my side
Tail pipes poppin and radio's rockin "Country Boy Can Survive"
Well if you've got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass

Well I love turkey calls, overalls, wrangler jeans,
I smoke nothin but Marlboro Reds
Tattoos up and down my arms and deer heads over my bed
My grandaddy fought in World War Two,*
and my daddy went to Vietnam
And I ain't scared to grab my gun and fight for my homeland
Well if you dont love the American flag
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a downhome, backwoods redneck
Come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
Well you can kiss my country ass

[guitar solo]

Well there's a whole lotta high class people out there,
that's lookin down on me
Cause the country club where I belong
Is the HonkyTonk til 3 in the mornin
I don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three-piece suits
You can find me in my camouflauge hat, my t-shirt and cowboy boots
Well if that don't fit your social class,
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a downhome, backwoods redneck
Come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
Well you can kiss my country ass

Cause I'm a front-porch-sittin, guitar-pickin, moonshine-sippin,
backer-juice-spittin, country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken and blue-gill fishin and outlaw women
and I wouldn't change if I could, no
I ain't tryin to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
You just mind your own damn business, stay the hell outta mine
Well if you've got a problem with that,
You can kiss my country ass
I said if you've got a problem with any of that,
Well you can kiss my natural-born, redneck-to-the-bone, ever-lovin country ass.