Blake Shelton - Kiss My Country Ass chords

Verse 1 

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Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin',  

'Coon dog in the back.   
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Truck bed loaded down with beer,  

An' a cold one in my lap.  
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Earnhart sticker behind my head,  
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An' my woman by my side.  
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Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin' 

Country Boy Can Survive.  
 
Well, if you got a problem with that,  
       Cadd9  A   G   D     (Riff 1) 
You can kiss my country ass.   


Verse 2 

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Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls,  
                                                   
Wrangler jeans: smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds.  
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Tattoos up an' down my arms,  

An' deer heads over my bed.  
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My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,  
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An' my Daddy went to Vietnam.  
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An' I ain't scared to grab my gun,  

An' fight for my homeland.  
 
If you don't love the American flag,  
       Cadd9  A   G   D 
You can kiss my country ass.  

 
Chorus:
                   A                                     D 
If you're a down home, backwoods redneck, 
             A                  G             D 
C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass. 
                  A                           D 
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd, 
            Cadd9  A   G     D 
You can kiss my country ass.


Verse 3 
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Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there,  
                             
That's lookin' down on me.  
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'Cause the country club where I belong,  
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Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'.  
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I don't wear no fancy clothes,  
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No ties or three-piece suits.  
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You can find me in my camouflage hat,  

My tee-shirt an' cowboy boots.  
 
If that don't fit your social class,  
       Cadd9  A   G   D 
You can kiss my country ass.  


(Repeat Chorus) 


Verse 4 
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Cause I'm a front-porch sittin',  
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Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',  
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Bacca juice spittin' country boy from the woods.  
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An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishin',  
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An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could.  
A                                                                 G  
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time.  
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You just mind your own damn business,  

And stay the hell outta mine.  

If you got a problem with that,  
      Cadd9  A   G   D    
You can kiss my country ass.  


Ending
 
I said if you got a problem with any of that,  
        A       G  
You can kiss my natural born,  
A              G  
Redneck to the bone,  
A           G       D 
Ever-lovin' country ass.