Grandpa's down by the two lane in the blazing sun or the pouring rain
Sells tomatoes from the back of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for line
While sipping on some home-made wine
That's who he is and what he does, yeah he's just like us
My Dad's got a crippled hand, a casualty of Vietnam
But he's still down at the sawmill every day
Oh and first thing 'fore the break of dawn
Mama's got his eggs and the coffee on
My whole life it's been that way
We come from back in the hollers
We got sweat on our blue collars
The living's hard but the living's good
You see God sent the heavens down
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods
Just as sure as the river flows we take care of our own
Step right up when someone needs a friend
Last year on the Johnson farm
A fire wiped out the house and barn
The whole town showed up to build 'em back again, alright
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You see God sent the heavens down
And hung 'em 'round my neck of the woods