Son of A

I'm one son of a bench, seats so she can slide over
 Lift kit make heaven feel closer
 That strap slippin' off of her shoulder
 Some things don't get old for a son of a-
 Which parking lot are we meeting up at?
 Cold case with a backup six-pack
 Rockstar queued up three times on a soundtrack
 (Oh, it ain't it easy)
 Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
 If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
 You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
 Raise a glass and say cheers, to my next 30 years
 Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
 I'm a red, white, blue collar, beer loving son of a bitch
 (You don't know what it is, man)
 I'm one son of a hitch, with a boat in the back
 Ain't caught nothing, but we're throwing it back
 Steel town, red star, yellow or black
 Ain't nothing gonna change that-
 Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
 If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
 You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
 Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
 Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
 I'm a red, white, and blue-collar beer loving son of a bitch
 I'm a son of a bitch
 I'm a son of a-
 Middle finger, man, ain't got enough to go around (go around)
 Raising hell, my daddy always said I'm a son of a bitch
 Never seen a Yankee boy on this side of town
 Burned this place down 'til they put me in the ground
 Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
 If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
 You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
 Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
 Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
 I'm a red, white, blue-collar, beer-loving son of a bitch
 Blue collar, beer-loving son of a-
 Son of a-