Creed Fisher & the Redneck Nation Band -
If You Have a Right to Burn My Flag (Then I Have a Right to Kick Your Ass)
If You Have a Right to Burn My Flag (Then I Have a Right to Kick Your Ass)
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Have you ever asked yourself
How'd it get that way?
Times are a-changin'
El Presidente lost his mind
Everything's upsidedown
And that just ain't right
You don't like our country
You don't like our flag
What makes you think
That we give a damn 'bout that?
There's a million pissed-off rednecks just like me
And we're all sick and tired of this bullshit on TV
I guess you didn't know that you don't mess with General Lee
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
You don't like our traditions
You say we've done you wrong
Why don't you pack up your bags
And take your ass back home?
'Cause this is my home
And, son, I'm mad as hell
I think whoopin' your ass
Is worth a couple nights in jail
There's a million pissed-off rednecks just like me
And we're all sick and tired of this bullshit called PC
I guess you didn't know that you don't mess with General Lee
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
There's a million pissed-off rednecks just like me
And we're all sick and tired of this bullshit called PC
I guess you didn't know that you
don't mess with General Lee
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
Home of the brave
Have you ever asked yourself
How'd it get that way?
Times are a-changin'
El Presidente lost his mind
Everything's upsidedown
And that just ain't right
You don't like our country
You don't like our flag
What makes you think
That we give a damn 'bout that?
There's a million pissed-off rednecks just like me
And we're all sick and tired of this bullshit on TV
I guess you didn't know that you don't mess with General Lee
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
You don't like our traditions
You say we've done you wrong
Why don't you pack up your bags
And take your ass back home?
'Cause this is my home
And, son, I'm mad as hell
I think whoopin' your ass
Is worth a couple nights in jail
There's a million pissed-off rednecks just like me
And we're all sick and tired of this bullshit called PC
I guess you didn't know that you don't mess with General Lee
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
There's a million pissed-off rednecks just like me
And we're all sick and tired of this bullshit called PC
I guess you didn't know that you
don't mess with General Lee
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
If you have a right to burn my flag
then I have a right to kick your ass
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Fisher
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