Them Boots

Oh, I grew up in the country
 Church every Sunday, fishing after that
 I'm talking work on Monday
 Blue collar money's all that we had
 Always repent, admit your sins and never forget
 Where you come from, son
 I was raised in a trailer on 25 acres 'til I was 16
 Then I spread my wings on a baseball dream
 'Til I hurt my knee
 Hung up the glory to tell my stories
 On this old six string
 I'm just a whiskey drinking, good Lord praising
 Hell raising, Waylon cranking redneck, that's my roots
 I'm talking back road riding, grew up fighting, ain't denying, yes sir
 I'm a south side of the red, white, and blue
 I ain't just rocking them boots
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 Yeah, we picked our switches
 Dug our ditches, made our own beds
 Yeah, we opened doors and did our chores without it being said
 Don't you start no fights, son
 Naw, unless you know how to finish one
 I'm just a whiskey drinking, good Lord praising
 Hell raising, Waylon cranking redneck, that's my roots
 I'm talking back road riding, grew up fighting, ain't denying, yes sir
 I'm a south side of the red, white, and blue
 I ain't just rocking them boots
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 I'm talking front porch sitting, guitar picking, family all around
 Moonshine flowing, poor folks growing green from the ground
 Pay their bills, judge if you will
 Where I come from
 I'm just a whiskey drinking, good Lord praising
 Hell raising, Waylon cranking redneck, that's my roots
 I'm talking back road riding, grew up fighting, ain't denying, yes sir
 I'm a south side of the red, white, and blue
 I ain't just rocking them boots
 I ain't just rocking them boots
 I ain't just rocking them boots