World to Me

It's a middle of nowhere, nobody comes here town
 You're either born and raised and you stay or you turn right around
 [?], court house, stop light blinking
 Four wheels, corn fields, I know what you're thinking
 Who'd wanna live in this place
 Who'd wanna suffer the fate
 Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt
 Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit
 We do, and a few of us know what it's worth
 A little buckshot dot on a map it might be
 But it's the world to me
 I know these hollers and hills and fields down to every square inch
 I know every name sprayed in Dupont paint on that bridge
 Had my first kiss, learned to shift gears on these back roads
 All that and all of this makes me one of those
 Who'd wanna live in this place
 Who'd wanna suffer the fate
 Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt
 Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit
 We do, and a few of us know what it's worth
 A little buckshot dot on a map it might be
 Oh, but it's the world to me
 It's those Friday night games
 Barry's Tavern on Main
 Where we got a cold beer after a hard day's work
 It's who we are through and through
 From our hats to our boots
 It's the truth, and we all know what it's worth
 A little buckshot dot on a map it might be
 But it's the world to me
 Oh, the world to me