Not Everybody Likes Us

Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin'?
 It's good to be in your local bar again
 So let's get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud
 Have a damn good time until the show's at an' end
 Sometimes I'm wired an' sometimes I'm tired
 But I'm doin' the best that I can
 So let's have a drink and get drunk with Hank
 An' may the outlaws rise again
 Well I'm a son of a son
 I've gotten shit for what I've said an' done
 Well I remember watchin' ol' Waylon
 When he was shootin' his shotgun
 It's a certain kinda livin'
 It's a certain kinda style
 Not everybody likes us
 But we drive some folks wild
 Well I think I'd rather eat the barrel
 Of a double-barrel loaded shotgun
 Than to hear that shit they call pop-country music
 On ninety-eight-point-one
 Just so you know, so it's set in stone
 Kid Rock don't come from where I come from
 Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank
 And if you even thought so
 God-damn, you're fuckin' dumb
 So let's get real loud
 Let's get stoned and proud
 Pour me another shot of whiskey
 An' this one's for the south
 It's a certain kinda livin'
 It's a certain kinda style
 Not everybody likes us
 But we we drive some folks wild
 Not everybody likes us
 But we we drive some folks wild
 Not everybody likes us
 But we we drive some folks wild