| Well some say I’m not country
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| And that’s just fine with me
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be country
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| With some faggot looking over at me
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| They say that I’m ill-mannered
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| That I’m gonna self-destruct
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| But if you know what I’m thinkin'
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| You’ll know that pop country really sucks
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| So I’m here to put the «dick» in Dixie
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| And the «cunt» back in country
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| 'Cause the kind of country I hear now days
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| Is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
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| They say that I’m ill-mannered
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| That I’m gonna self-destruct
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| But if you know what I’m thinkin'
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| You’ll know that pop country really sucks
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| Well we’re losing all the outlaws
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| That had to stand their ground
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| And they’re being replaced by these kids
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| From a manufactured town
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| And they don’t have no idea
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| About sorrow and woe
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| 'Cause they’re all just too damn busy
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| Kissin' ass on Music Row
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| So I’m here to put the «dick» in Dixie
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| And the «cunt» back in country
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| 'Cause the kind of country I hear nowdays
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| Is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
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| And they say that I’m ill-mannered
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| That I’m gonna self-destruct
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| But if you know what I’m thinkin'
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| You’ll know that pop country really sucks
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| And if you know what I’m thinkin'
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| You’ll know that pop country really sucks |