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 them 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
Blood sweat and tears, sun to sun
Workin's just part of livin', Lord, where I come from
Barefoot, backwoods, blue collar, a bit of it all
Tonight I'm shinin' my shotgun 'cause today was a hot one
And I'm just waiting on the fall, what say y'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 them 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 hold, 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 them 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
