Lyrics:

Grandpa's downBy the two laneIn the blazing sunOr pouring rainSells tomatoesFrom the backOf his pickup truckReads the Bible line for lineWhile sipping onSome homeade wineThat's who he isAnd what he doesHe's just like usMy Dad's gotA crippled handA casualty of VietnamBut he's still downAt the sawmill every dayOh and first thing'Fore the break of dawnMama's got his eggsAnd coffee onMy whole lifeIt's been that wayWe come fromBack in the hollersWe got sweatOn our blue collarsThe living's hardBut the living's goodYou see God sentThe heavens downAnd hung 'em 'roundMy neck of the woodsJust as sure as the river flowsWe take care of our ownStep right up when someone needs a friendLast year on the Johnson farmA fire wiped out the house and barnThe whole town showed upTo build 'em back again, all rightWe come fromBack in the hollersWe got sweatOn our blue collarsThe living's hardBut the living's goodYou see God sentThe heavens downAnd hung 'em 'roundMy neck of the woodsWe come fromBack in the hollersWe got sweatOn our blue collarsThe living's hardBut the living's goodYou see God sentThe heavens downAnd hung 'em 'roundMy neck of the woods