LYRIC

I'm the son of a small town
Where everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down
Amazing grace still has a place
And the lost can still get found
Where them eight point bucks
And those custom deluxe trucks are still a-runnin' round
There's a good Lord up above where I'm from
And there's boots on the ground

Blood sweat and tears sun to sun
Working's just part of livin'
Lord where I come from
Barefoot backwood bluecollar the bit of it all
Tonight I'm shinin my shot gun
'Cause today was a hot one and I'm just waiting on the fall
What say all

And I'm the son of a small town
Where everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down
Amazing grace still has a place
And the lost can still get found
Where them eight point bucks
And those custom deluxe trucks are still runnin' around
There's a good lord up above where I'm from
And there's boots on the ground

There's love in this land, dirt on these hands
Pride in this family name
Plow breaks the ground
The seeds are put down and a prayer goes up for rain
And I work the rigs like my daddy did
And put some roots in these here rows
And if the leather holds
I'll put some more miles on these soles

I'm the son of a small town
Where everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down
Amazing grace still has a place
And the lost can still get found
Where them eight point bucks
And those custom deluxe trucks are still runnin' around
There's a good Lord up above where I'm from
And there's boots on the ground

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