Bloodline

He likes his, coffee black first thing in the morning
 A cup or two usually, gets him going
 He puts on his boots and cranks up, that old '79
 Weather man says there's a storm warnin'
 Well he pulls down his hat and keeps his wheels'a rollin'
 Chaising the dreams of a back forty kind of life
 Well his claim to fame is a last name
 On a dead end county road sign
 He's got, callused hands and a callused heart
 But that suits him just fine
 Makin it day to day, working his life away
 Tryin'a find a little piece of mind
 Oooah, but that's his bloodline
 There's a chair on a porch that his gran-daddy left him
 Where he sits and ponders on, when things were different
 When a man could keep what he earned with a little help from above
 It's getting harder to make ends meet in the middle
 Selling his life away, little by little
 But something inside him says "Boy you don't ever give up"
 'Cause his claim to fame is a last name
 On a dead end county road sign
 Yeah he's a, dying breed and every day it seems
 He's only runnin' out of time
 Makin it, day to day, working his life away
 Tryin'a find a little piece of mind
 Oooah, but that's his bloodline
 Yeah it gets kinda tough sometimes around that blue collar
 Holden onto his dreams and chasing down another dollar
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 But his claim to fame is a last name
 On a dead end county road sign
 And when he's dead and gone, he's gotta carry on
 And the wounds he's gotta leave behind
 Making it day to day, working his life away
 Tryin'a find a little piece of mind
 Ooooah, but that's his bloodline
 Till it's carved on a stone all alone beneath the Georgia pines
 That's his bloodline