A little rough round the edges, yeah, but that's who I am Got as much dirt in my banks as I do on my hands I sweat for my dollars through this blue-collar I wear So go on and call me whatever, I really don't care I ain't ashamed of the way I was raised I ain't ashamed of the choices I've made Just writing my story, I'm good with no glory Long as I go out in a blaze I ain't ashamed I live off the land, you won't see my hand reaching out I come from a long line of "damn it, we'll make it somehow" And I say what I mean, and I mean every last word I said I laid down with my conscience and I don't wake up with regrets I ain't ashamed of the way I was raised I ain't ashamed of the choices I've made Just writing my story, I'm good with no glory Long as I go out in a blaze I ain't ashamed Me and my lady like to get crazy as hell She ain't no angel but I ain't no angel myself I ain't ashamed of the way I was raised I ain't ashamed of the choices I've made Just writing my story, I'm good with no glory Long as I go out in a blaze I ain't ashamed No, I ain't ashamed I ain't ashamed I ain't ashamed No, I ain't ashamed