Blake Shelton - Kiss My Country Ass

There's a Cold Civil War in this country, between those who would rule and those who don't want to be ruled.  We've just seen this play out with gun control - those who would rule have proposed stupid, ineffective measures aimed at those who they would rule.

New gun control measures are dead on arrival in the Congress, and so the President has promised a bunch of meaningless, stupid Executive Orders.  With the exception of New York and maybe a couple of other deep blue states, that's been a futile effort. Gun control has lost.  Here's who the "intellectual Elite" has lost to:



Kiss My Country Ass (Songwriters: )

Tearin' down a dirt road
Rebel flag flyin'
Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
And a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head
And my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin'
the radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha ha!
You can kiss my country ass

Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up & down my arms,
And deer heads over my bed.
My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,
My Daddy went to Vietnam.
And I ain't scared to grab my gun,
And fight for my homeland.
If you don't love the American flag,
You can kiss my country ass.

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
You can kiss my country ass.

Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there
That's lookin' down on me
Cause the country club where I belong
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'
Don't wear no fancy clothes
No ties or three piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage cap
My t-shirt and cowboy boots
If that don't fit your social class
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass

Well I'm a front-porch sittin',
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'
And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
Stay the hell outta mine.
If you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass

I said if you got a problem with any of that
You can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the bone
Ever-lovin' country ass.

This is who the Intellectual "Elite" have lost to in this gun control debate.  Congress won't touch this third-rail issue with a ten foot insulated pole, no matter what our "betters" tell them - and us.  What they've found is that this is a battle that matters to a majority of Americans, a majority that will remember, and vote against Congresscritters that side with the "Elite" in this Cold Civil War:

I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
Stay the hell outta mine.

Or I'll remember the next time I go into the ballot box.  Unlike the obscure "Fiscal Cliff", this is up close and personal to a whole bunch of people.  And it's being pushed not from a desire to protect children (or we'd see proposals aimed at constructive engagement) but rather using dead children to further a ridiculous dogma aimed at putting much of the law abiding American citizenry in it's place.

Under its "Betters".

No thanks.  I have a counter-proposal: how about Congress votes on all this Gun Control "goodness"?  Then both the People and the "Intellectual Elite" will know where they stand in this Cold Civil War.  If they don't like where that stand is, they can both try to correct Congress in the next election.

Congress won't touch real Gun Control because they want to win re-election.  The "Elite" doesn't like this idea, of course, because it means that the great "ignorant" unwashed masses are rejecting the "Elite's" guidance.  Too bad.  If they don't like it, they can kiss my Country Ass.