[Spoken Intro]
All right, Nashville, I'm'a need y'all to shut up for just one second now, all right? Because...

[Verse 1]
I didn't write this song in some Nashville office space
And even maybe for the mainstream, hey I ain't got a pretty face
But if you want to hear a song about just another poor man's son
Hand me some cheap guitar, hey, hell I'll get it done

[Chorus 1]
I'm just a cliché country singer
Motherfuckin' scumbag humdinger
Flippin' the world my middle finger
Just like Johnny Cash
Though it's all cliché
What the hell else could I say
Other than, "If you don't like me, you can kiss my ass"?

[Verse 2]
Met her in the basement of the downtown Baptist church
I was strung out bad, she was strung out worse
It was a rough time in my life, oh, but a least I got this verse
'Cause if you're gonna sing it proud, you gotta live it first
Baby, that's the curse of a

[Chorus 2]
Cliché country singer
Motherfuckin' scumbag humdinger
Flippin' the world my middle finger
And I'm tryin' to be Johnny Cash
Though it's all cliché
What the hell else could I say
Other than, "If you don't like me, you can kiss my ass"?
[Bridge]
And as for Nashville, guess I don't need 'em
I'll take their cash, then I'll keep my freedom

[Chorus]
To be the cliché country singer
The motherfuckin' scumbag humdinger
The flippin' the world my middle finger
I'm still tryin' to be Johnny Cash
Though it's all cliché
What the hell else could I say
Other than, "If you don't like me, you can kiss my ass"?
If you don't like me, you can kiss my ass