Everyday someone asks me what?s my story and what do I like to do
And everyday, for the most part, I only go so far; I almost never tell the truth
?Cause the truth is behind me there?s not much, to give up, I like simple, not complicated
(?Cause) I?m a small town kid, driven by rock music And some honky-tonk, in the mix
I like whiskey in coke, a double to the top, a shot of cuervo now and then
I never ask for a lot, I?ll never need much, just a good-looking lady who can drive my truck
I?m not afraid to admit, I?m that small town kid
City lights, yellow cabs, Yankee hats, Suits and ties everywhere
Mama don?t you worry
They won't change me
A hundred thousand miles
Mean nothing to me
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