Country Rebel

I'm a Country Rebel man Johnny Cash, you understand I'm a Country Rebel boy My big bottle is my toy I'm a Country Rebel bitch Don't worry low and out of rich I'm a Country Rebel guy I feel ok and I feel alright I'm a Country Rebel (I'm a Country Rebel) Woohoo I'm a Country Rebel (I'm a Country Rebel) Woohoo One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All children go to hell One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All saints go to hell I'm a Country Rebel man In this bar I will buy a gun I'm a Country Rebel lad I feel so good, I'm so glad I'm a Country Rebel bitch Don't worry low and out of rich I'm a Country Rebel boy My big bottle is my toy I'm a Country Rebel (I'm a Country Rebel) Woohoo I'm a Country Rebel (I'm a Country Rebel) Woohoo So One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All children go to hell One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All saints go to hell I'm a Country Rebel (I'm a Country Rebel) Woohoo I'm a Country Rebel (I'm a Country Rebel) Woohoo So One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All children go to hell One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All saints go to hell One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All children go to hell One, two, three, four Old fuckers no more Five, six, seven, eight All saints go to hell I love you so No, no, no more I love you so No, no, no more