| Everyone knows I’m the hard workin’peace lovin’type
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| I walk a thousand miles out of my way
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| Just to keep from a fight
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| Poke fun at the way that I talk
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| Or this hat that I wear
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| You can say what you want about me See if I care
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| But one slip of the tongue 'bout my God Or my mama
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| Or this flag that I wear on my shirt
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| You’ll see a side of me man
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| That I don’t think you wanna
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| Cause them there’s fightin’words
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| Now don’t get me wrong
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| I’ve swapped skin now and then in my youth
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| I was all for an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
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| Now the older I get
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| The less I wanna stand toe to toe
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| But before you go runnin’your mouth
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| I think you oughta know
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| That one slip of the tongue 'bout my God
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| Or my mama
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| Or this flag that I wear on my shirt
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| You’ll see a side of me man
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| That I don’t think you wanna
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| Cause them there’s fightin’words
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| Chevrolet or Ford
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| The south or the north
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| That ain’t gonna get me worked up But I’ll draw the line
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| Everytime when it comes to the things that I love
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| So one slip of the tongue 'bout my dog
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| Or my woman
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| Or this country that I proudly serve
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| You’ll see a side of me man
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| That you damn sure don’t wanna
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| Cause them there’s fightin’words
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| Yeah, them’s fightin’words
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| Ahh them’s fightin’words, Hoss
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| Excuse me First amendment?
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| Son, the first amendment protects you from the government
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| Not from me You can say whatever you want to out there
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| You come within reach of me
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| I’ll exercise my right to give you a good ol’country ass whoopin'
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| Is what I’ll do for you
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| By God |