Letras
I know where I come from, how 'bout you?
I don't need baggy clothes or rings in my nose to be cool
The scars on my knuckles match these scuffs on these cowboy boots
And there's a whole lot more like me, how 'bout you?
I punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top, how 'bout you?
I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund I can dip in to
Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn about the man who's collar's blue
But if he don't, hell, I'll make it on my own, how 'bout you?
How 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth
I think we're the chosen few
But that's just me
How 'bout you?
I still say, "Yes, Ma'am," to my mama, how 'bout you?
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye, you can bet your ass it'll be the truth
I cover my heart with my hat when they fly that red, white and blue
Just like my Daddy taught me, how 'bout you?
How 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth
I think we're the chosen few
But that's just me
How 'bout you?
I like my country rockin', how 'bout you?
Just put me on a stage, man, turn it up, and I'll turn it loose
Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck and loud, and we'll raise the roof
Hell, I might just stay all night long
How 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth
I think we're the chosen few
How 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
'Cause, man, I know where I come from
How 'bout you?