Blake Shelton - KISS my Country arsch

Josh Thompson- Way out here

Our houses are protected Von the good Lord and a gun,
And Du might meet 'em both if Du Zeigen up here not welcome son.
Our necks are burnt, our roads are dirt and our trucks ain't clean
The Hunde run lose, we smoke, we chew and fry everything
Out here, way out here

(Chorus)
We won't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight brother we pull our own
If it's our backwoods way of livin' you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here

We got a fightin' side a mile wide but we pray for peace
'Cause it's mostly...

Blake Shelton - Du can KISS my country ass.

Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back
Truck bett loaded down with bier and a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head and my woman Von my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If Du got a problem with that, ha, ha, Du can KISS my country ass

Well, I Liebe Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up and down my arms
And deer heads over my bed

My Granddaddy fought in World War Two
But my Daddy went to Vietnam
And I ain't scared to grab my gun
And fight...