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 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 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.