I grew up here where there aint much blacktop,
The headlights on the interstate dont stop.
Any man worth his weight plows a straight row,
And all the money is the grain in the silo.
Theres just enough home grown pretty girls,
Growin up around here that like to sip cold beer.
Its a blink and you miss it kinda town,
G *
My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
My hands have got scars from the hard work.
Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
I am who I am, I do what I do,
G * D *
A truck beds got a half roll of barbed wire,
A bail of hay and a patched up spare tire.
Cross on a chain hangin from a rear view,
Fifth in a brown paper sack packing 80 proof.
A sun droppin off into that cornfield,
Thunderhead lightning comin right behind it.
These two lane roads aint paved in gold,
G *
My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
My hands have got scars from the hard work.
Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
I am who I am, I do what I do,
Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
Yeah, cmon
Yeah its just a blink and you miss it kind of town,
G * D *
My wheels have rolled all this red dirt,
My hands have got scars from the hard work.
Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts,
Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue.
Im out here ridin high on a lift kit,
I see the world through a crack where a rock hit.
I am who I am, I do what I do,
Lookin at life from a broken windshield view.
I am who I am, I do what I do,
G * D *
From a broken windshield view
Yeah
* = Strum Once