Lyrics:

Im The Son Of A Small Town
were Everybody Drinks Beer When The Sun Goes Down
amazing Grace Still Has A Place And The Lost Can Still Get Foundwere Them 8 Point Bucks And Those Custom Deluxe Trucks Are Still Arunnin Round
theres A Good Lord Up Above Where Im From And Theres Boots On The Ground
blood Sweat And Tears Sun To Sun
workins Just Part Of Livin Lord Where I Come From
barefoot Backwood Bluecollar The Bit Of It All
tonight I'm Shinin My Shot Gun Cause Today Was A Hot One And I'm Just Waiting On The Fall
what Say All
and Im The Son Of A Small Town
were Everybody Drinks Beer When The Sun Goes Down
amazing Grace Still Has A Place And The Lost Can Still Get Found
were Them 8 Point Bucks And Those Custom Deluxe Trucks Are Still Runnin Around
theres A Good Lord Up Above Where Im From And Theres Boots On The Ground
theres Love In This Land Dirt On These Hands
pride In This Family Name
plow Breaks The Ground
the Seeds Are Put Down And A Prayer Goes Up For Rain
and I Work The Rigs Like My Daddy Did
and Put Some Roots In These Here Rows
and If The Leather Hold Ill Put Some More Miles On These Soles
im The Son Of A Small Town
were Everybody Drinks Beer When The Sun Goes Down
amazing Grace Still Has A Place And The Lost Can Still Get Found
were Them 8 Point Bucks And Those Custom Deluxe Trucks Are Still Runnin Around
theres A Good Lord Up Above Where Im From And Theres Boots On The Ground