Wouldn't trade this holler for a stone cold million dollars
My green all comes blue collar and I'm all good with that
This world's been changing but these
folks around here they ain't been
They all still windshield waving when they slow rolling past
We could live a little higher on the hog
But I don't think that we'd be no better off
Not everybody got that spot out in
the 40's Some 10 point buck they shy
Hanging like a velvet trophy Fridays in parking lots
Outside of somewhere holy Not everybody likes this kind of life
But we do don't we Still working hard like my daddy told me
Still keep the low key Still riding high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this No way you don't know me
It
might be simple but these two lanes they're my temple
And that river rolling gentle wash my worries away
I used to hate it but I travel lots of pavement
And there ain't no better places at the end
of the day So I pass the plate and thank the lord he
put me here And pray the towns like mine don't ever disappear
Not everybody got that spot out in
the 40's Some 10 point buck they shy
Hanging like a velvet trophy Fridays in parking lots
Outside of somewhere holy Not everybody likes this kind of life
But we do don't we Still working hard like my daddy told me
Still keep the low key Still riding high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this No way you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made But we do don't we
Still
But we do don't we
Not everybody takes off their hat Stands
for the flag that them boys overseas
Got on their sleeves Not everybody dies where they're born
Takes a field full of corn And turns it into whiskey
Say it with me Yeah we do don't we
Not everybody got that spot out in the
40's Some 10 point buck they shy
Hanging like a velvet trophy Fridays in parking lots
Outside of somewhere holy Not everybody likes this kind of life
But we do don't we Still working hard like my daddy told me
Still keep the low key Still riding high behind them low beams
If you don't know about this No way you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it made But we do don't we
Not everybody got that spot out in the 40's
We do don't we
Fridays in parking lots Outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kind of life But we do don't we