These boots seen dirt These hands know work This four wheel drive’s got plenty of miles out on the outskirts This necks been red These fingers have bled Beating this guitar strings trying to hang with a Hank cassette
Every drop down tailgate cold beer buzz Very John Deere forty acre field full of dust Them stain glass Sunday morning memories how sweet the sound Every moon lit slow kiss fog in that glass Every heart broke back road soaked in jack Like a country song I’ve lived it all out loud It’s all I know no matter where I go There ain’t no way around it I don’t just sing about it
These scars don’t lie These roots don’t die If them woods could talk they’d say I’ve walked em dang near all my life
Every drop down tailgate cold beer buzz Very John Deere forty acre field full of dust Them stain glass Sunday morning memories how sweet the sound Every moon lit slow kiss fog in that glass Every heart broke back road soaked in jack Like a country song I’ve lived it all out loud It’s all I know no matter where I go There ain’t no way around it I don’t just sing about it
Every drop down tailgate cold beer buzz Every John Deere forty acre field full of dust Its all I know no matter where I go there ain’t no way around it I don’t just sing about it