No there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think its funny when I drink too much, hey
You try and change me you can go to hell
Cause I don't want to be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not Americas sweet heart
But you love me anyway
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold the boys
I've been with say I got no soul, when I,
I meet another honey at the bar,
I'll think its funny when I break his heart, mmm now,
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight,
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they,
They said I'll never be the poster type,
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not Americas sweet heart
But you love me anyway
You love me anyway x2
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not Americas sweet heart
But you love me anyway
You love me anyway x2
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