Looking out on the hardwood hollers and hills
Every day's a good day to be alive
Lost in a song from a whip of wind
Stars poking holes through an amber sky
They say the lights of New York shine pretty
You ought to see it before they lay you
down But I know God didn't make no city
Me and him got a deal worked out So you can put a gun to my head
Throw me to the ground,
say,
take your last breath Or leave right now,
just climb on up
in this Cadillac Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
Well,
you can put that cold,
cold .45 still to my temple
Draw a heart line,
but man,
it's real simple This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country
With a gun to my head over my dead body
Over my dead body
My old man didn't break his
back For me to throw my hands up and throw it away
I don't think that I could ever live with that
Four generations rolling over in their grave
So you can put a gun to my head Throw me to the ground,
say,
take your last breath
Or leave right now,
just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back Well,
you can put that cold,
cold .45 still to my temple Draw a heart line,
but man,
it's real simple This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up
the country With a gun to my head over my dead body
Over my dead body The only way I'm going is in boots and a bag
of Hertz Yeah,
you can come and get it,
but you'll
have to put me in it before you take me out of that dirt
You can put a gun to my head Throw me to the ground,
say,
take your last breath Or leave right now,
just climb on up in this Cadillac
Wave goodbye and don't ever look back
Draw a heart line,
but man,
it's real simple This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up
the country With a gun to my head over my dead body
Over my dead body Over my dead body Over my dead body