Kiss my Rebel Ass
	I see you up there lookin' down on me with your head up in the sky I'm down here livin' with my nose to the stone just gettin' by but white collar don't make a damn bit of difference to me the fact that I really don't care is a point you'll never see. I drive to work every day in a jacked up old Chevy truck You sit in the back of that long black caddy waitin for the world to kiss your butt. I go home to a woman who loves me, in a trailer that I rent you'll see yours in a day or two when all of her allowance is spent. You don't like my old boots, or the blue jeans and tee shirts that I wear turn up your nose at my tattoos, and the cap covering my hair. you'd never stoop that low, you've got way too much class But if you don't like the way I'm living, you can kiss my Rebel ass.  I drink beer and smoke a little green But I never get higher than my head or lower than my feet. Everything I've got is stained from hard work and sweat I haven't found a life I would trade for it yet. Just sit there in the back of your church, and judge me for what you will Count your money and pop your pills, And as we both head off to meet our ends I know it's Jesus and not you that forgives me for my sins. You don't like my old boots, or the blue jeans and tee shirts that I wear turn up your nose at my tattoos, and the cap covering my hair. You'd never stoop that low, you've got way too much class But if you don't like the way I'm living, you can kiss my Rebel ass. You'll never understand how a man could live like this maybe if you took that silver spoon from your mouth, you'd see what you've missed. I may not have your possessions or your bank account I know success from excess is not what it's all about. So I'll play my songs loud, and I'll live free. I won't walk your line, or let you tell me how to be. You say time is money, I say you can't buy mine I'm taking what time I'm given, to go out and live my life. You don't like my old boots, or the blue jeans and tee shirts that I wear turn up your nose at my tattoos, and the cap covering my hair. you'd never stoop that low, you've got way too much class But if you don't like the way I'm living, you can kiss my Rebel ass. Yeah you can kiss my white trailer trash, redneck, hillbilly, hippie ass.