Our souls grow a little bit older
Time moves a little bit slower
But our beer stays a whole lot colder way out here
And that's alright with us
And our roads got a little more dirt
Hometown got a little more church
Our hands do a little more work
And our old boots kick up a little more dust
Yeah we come from
A long line of of red blooded folks
Who know about a blue collar crime
We got a little more breeze
In our evening there in the roads
We roll around on go
To a little more nowhere
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These roads I'm rollin' 'round on go
To a little more nowhere
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Our drunk got a little more drink
Creek got a little more bank
Radio got a little more Hank way out here
And that's alright with us
And Jimmy do you still sip a little whiskey
Keep some down home in your Dixie
Give me a hell yeah if you're with me
And you're bumping this here in a track
Yeah we come from
A long line of of red blooded folks
Who know about a blue collar crime
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We got a little more breeze
In our evening there in the roads
We roll around on go
To a little more nowhere
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These roads I'm rollin' 'round on go
To a little more
Know where you come from
Know where to find the sun
Learn how not to run
When you find the right one
And find you a small town
And buy you a piece of ground
Where they believe in a sweet Amen every Sunday morning
And a hand to hold when the sun goes down
Yeah we come from
A long line of of red blooded folks
Who know about a blue collar crime
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We got a little more breeze
In our evening there in the roads
We rollin' 'round on go
To a little more nowhere
These roads I'm rolling 'round on go
To a little more nowhere
These roads I'm rolling 'round on go
To a little more nowhere
Yeah we come from
A long liii-ine
Yeah we come from
A long lii-ine
These roads I'm rolling 'round on go
To a little more nowhere