You've been throwing dirt on my name around this town like it ain't smallLike your friends ain't my friends, and I wouldn't end up hearing it allI fell on the sword, but only the good Lord Knows the hell that you put me throughSober me would never tell, but tonight I'm on that Tennessee truthI'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, airing out the pastWant the world to know that you did me wrongI don't know how you act sweet after how you did meHere's a middle finger to you through a songComes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsyI can't help but tell that Tennessee truthI'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, I'm cranking, hang, drinking JackAnd you can kiss my bootsI've had it up to my redneck, didn't expect the way you've been actingI took it on the chin, letting you in, and I regret letting that happenMaybe I took that high road a little too farSo what if it took pouring something too strong to really pour out my heart?I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, airing out the pastWant the world to know that you did me wrongI don't know how you act sweet after how you did meHere's a middle finger to you through a songComes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsyI can't help but tell that Tennessee truthI'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, I'm cranking, hang, drinking JackAnd you can kiss my bootsKiss my bootsGoing dirt on my name around this town like it ain't smallLike your friends ain't my friends and I wouldn't end up hearing it allSo I'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, airing out the pastWant the world to know that you did me wrongI don't know how you act sweet after how you did meHere's a middle finger to you through a songComes out in the whiskey, comes out when I'm tipsyI can't help but tell that Tennessee truthI'm cranking, hang, drinking Jack, I'm cranking, hang, drinking JackAnd you can kiss my bootsOh, you can kiss my bootsYeah, you can kiss my boots*