Up, early in the morning, waking that sun up
Filling that coffee, cranking that tractor up
Praying it rains down on the devil's dust
Them rolls come popping up in the sky
There's a guy looking down on us
Looking up our whole life
Raised up right in a town nobody knows
What a way to grow up
Rolling around town
And a hand-me-down on pick-up
Pulling in the driveway, picking that pretty thing up
Just laying low over heaven in a dirt road touch
Holding a cold one
Up in the sky
There's a guy looking down on us
Looking up our whole life
Raised up right in a town nobody knows
What a way to grow up
Up
On a Sunday pond
Baked here in that crankbait
Up
Living in the city
Looking for a Friday
Running that scoreboard up
Keeping that faith waiting on the day he calls us
Up in the sky
There's a guy looking down on us
Looking up our whole life
Raised up right in a town nobody knows
What a way to grow up
What a way to grow up
Up
On a Sunday pond
Baked here in that crankbait
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