Well I don't like you and you don't like me We don't like each other it's plain to see But I've got a pistol all you've got's a knife You better move on if it ain't worth your life Now that girl on the bar-stool 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 better be goin', I ain't messin' around What are you doin' down here We don't like your kind boy, do I make myself clear Better take your earring back where you belong We don't like your kind so you better move on Now we just don't mingle with you folks from the town You laugh at us rednecks and you put us all down You said you're from college but you don't seem to bright Cause you just brung a switch blade to a pistol fight What are you doin' down here... Now old Joe says 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 And I'll keep my woman and you keep your life What are you doin' down here... We don't like each other so let's both move on