Kiss My Rebel Ass - Creed Fisher

Yes, I have two first names

I own a four-wheel drive

Shotgun rack in the back

Bud' all down the side

You say you’ve seen my kind before

You say that I’m 'white trash'

I think you’re right, I love to fight

Kiss my rebel ass

'Cause what them Yankees think and say don’t mean a thing to me

I am not one bit concerned about high society

I love my daddy’s .44, and I love my Johnny Cash

And you’ll pry it from my cold, dead hands

Kiss my rebel ass

I’ve been on the drink too much

And hang out with my friends

Down and out all night long

To hell and back again

There’s an ex-wife or two out there

That’ll tell you 'bout my past

But I’ll tell you like I told them, son

«Kiss my rebel ass»

'Cause what my exes think and say, don’t mean a thing to me

I am not one bit concerned about high society

I love my daddy’s .44, and I love my Johnny Cash

And you’ll pry it from my cold, dead hands

Kiss my rebel ass

'Cause what them Yankees think and say, don’t mean a thing to me

I am not one bit concerned about high society

I love my daddy’s .44, and I love my Johnny Cash

And you’ll pry it from my cold, dead hands

Kiss my rebel ass

I was raised on outlaw music

Waylon, Willie and Johnny Cash

And I’ll tell you like they told them, son

«Kiss our rebel ass»

I’ll tell you like they told them, son

«Kiss my rebel ass»