My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack
There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back
Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the hood
Exhaust pipe smokin' up the neighborhood
These days guys like me, we don't fit in
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Yeah cuz I'm socially challenged
Slightly off-balance
So everybody says
I'm a little off-center
A public offender
It's how I was raised, I guess
Ahh, If speakin' your mind is really a crime
I'm guilty, I must confess
I'm the poster child for political incorrectness
Sometimes I get too loud and I'm prone to cuss
Everytime I fire up a cigarette I cause a fuss
No I don't believe in global warming
And I don't care
About the size of the hole in the ozone layer
These days guys like me just don't fit in
[Chorus]
Yeah and I've learned everything I know
From outlaws like Merle and David Allan Coe
I won't change one thing about the way I am
[Chorus]
Oh I'm just a redneck reject
Who doesn't really give a heck
What anybody says
I'm the poster child for political incorrectness
Yes I am
Writer(s): Roger Bryant Brown, Kevin Fowler
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