Текст: Kevin Fowler. Political Incorrectness.

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 'cause 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

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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

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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