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Well, you've called my kinfolk trash all their lives And I'm a chip off the heap, ask any one of my ex-wives I'm a social drinker, and I stay social all I can I'm a deer-snuffin', chain-smokin', simple kinda southern man First you gut our farms, strip-mall all the five-and-dimes Then you tax our so-called sins, call our pleasures a crime Now you're turnin' our music into some strange elevator noise Think it's time for us to win one back for the good ol' boys You can paint stripes on a billy goat/call it a tiger if it floats your boat You can make a star of a teenage girl But one million dollars won't make her Merle Laser beams, navel rings, and a pretty face might be something But you can kiss my Ozark ass, if that's country There's a certain song that's got my local station stuck It's got a steel guitar, and I believe it mentions a truck But the singer don't sound like he ever worked a stick shift Sounds more like bad Phil Collins with a hick facelift Now I ain't denyin' them suburban moms their fun But don't you try to tell me it's the way hank wanted it done You better keep your money-grubbin' hands off the poor man's song And make sure Chris Gaines stays the hell offa my front lawn You can take an ear from a barnyard sow/milk it 'til it turns into a cash cow You can lead a chick to a watering-hole But you can't make her drink 'til she gets white soul Might be rock, might be schlock, might be the Beatles or monkeys But you can kiss my Ozark ass, if that's country
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