I don't like you, and you don't like me
We don't like each other, it's plain to see
I've got a pistol, all you've gots a knife
You'd better move on, cause it ain't worth your life

That girl on the barstool, she ain't your kind
She was married to my cousin, but tonight she's mine
Go hit on those girls in your big city town
You'd better be going, I ain't messing around

 [bad word] 
What are you doin' down here
We don't like your kind boy, do I make myself clear
Better take your earing back where you belong
We don't like your kind, so you'd better move on

We just don't mingle with the folks from the town
You laugh at us rednecks and you put us all down
You don't look retarded, but you don't seem to bright
Cause you just brought a switchblade to a pistol fight

 [bad word] 
What are you doin' down here
We don't like your kind boy, do I make myself clear
Better take your earing back where you belong
We don't like your kind, so you'd better move on

Old Joe said to take it to the parking lot
He's been a little nervous since the jukebox was shot
I won't pull out my pistol if you put up your knife
I keep my woman and you keep your life.