There's some things in this country you don't mess with And I am blessed to be on that short list We're out here in the real world Not that feel good media swirl And we've something for you, read our lips They've made a huge miscalculation About the mood of this nation Good workin' people done got tired of bein' wrong Then they saw one of their own Get mistreated and dumped on They were standin' behind him, he's not alone I wanna dedicate this song to Brad Paisley, Carrie Underwood And the first man that sent this, president Harry Truman Never kick the cow turd on a hot day Or you might get some poo on your pants' legs Thought they were gonna have some fun Kickin' around with old Hank's son But America had my back all the way, woo Remember never kick the cow turd on a hot day Never pick up a rattle snake the wrong way Never ever kick, would've been much smarter to just let it sip Never kick the turd, shoulda let the man just be here Never kick the cow turd on a hot day Yee haw! Absolutely beautiful