I’m American made, apple pie, Chevrolet
My momma taught me wrong from right.
I was born in the South
Sometimes I have a big mouth
When I see something that I don’t like
I gotta say it.
Well, we’ve been driving this road for a mighty long time
Paying no mind to the signs
Well, this neighborhood’s changed
It’s all been rearranged
We left that dream somewhere behind. (more…)
I’ve been walking up and down this road
Missing something, searching high and low
Grabbing anything I could hold
Holding tight and never letting go
Talking too much of everything I wanted
Got me thinking about what I really need
The only thing I’m taking when I’m leaving
Is something to believe in (more…)
I grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette
Blue collar dollars and the sun on my neck
Nascar and earnhart, still miss number three
Hey, I’m just as country as country can be
Wide open spaces fit me like a glove
Still live for my truck to be covered in mud
I got hard workin hands, I got boots on my feet
And I’m just as country as country can be (more…)
I’ve been waiting for your cell to ring anytime now
Could’ve gon’ a lookin’ but instead I’m sitting here
Maybe I’m not to certain on what I need
But a man like me gotta suceed
And baby let me tell you something
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I could be the one
That’cha need in your life, even if you don’t realise
We need’a be
I could be the shining sun
that’ya need to set you free
I could be the one
Yeah baby I could be your number one (more…)
Saw you at the football games
Everybody knew your name
Once or twice I’d see you smile at me
I was scared to ask you out
I was sure that you would turn me down
But I took that chance
Cause how would that be
Then what do you know
you said you’d go and there we were (more…)
Just a single mom raising up the kids
Little Tommy’s seven now and
Her daughter Justine just turned ten
Pinchin’ every cent, laughin’ and lovin’ and content
You would never think a couple years ago
She almost let her job, her kids, her mind, her life go up in smoke
Right there on the edge right before the fall (more…)
Old man knocked on my front door
With a teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin’beer bottles
Down in the holler and somkin’
I said is that right
He said, they won’t speak when spoken to
So which one here belongs to you
And I know one does
Cause they all started runnin’ to your back forty
When they saw me comin’ on my gator
I look in the eye (more…)