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