Them Boots

Oh, I grew up in the country

Church every Sunday, fishing after that

I'm talking work on Monday

Blue collar money's all that we had

Always repent, admit your sins and never forget

Where you come from, son

I was raised in a trailer on 25 acres 'til I was 16

Then I spread my wings on a baseball dream

'Til I hurt my knee

Hung up the glory to tell my stories

On this old six string

I'm just a whiskey drinking, good Lord praising

Hell raising, Waylon cranking redneck, that's my roots

I'm talking back road riding, grew up fighting, ain't denying, yes sir

I'm a south side of the red, white, and blue

I ain't just rocking them boots

Yeah, we picked our switches

Dug our ditches, made our own beds

Yeah, we opened doors and did our chores without it being said

Don't you start no fights, son

Naw, unless you know how to finish one

I'm just a whiskey drinking, good Lord praising

Hell raising, Waylon cranking redneck, that's my roots

I'm talking back road riding, grew up fighting, ain't denying, yes sir

I'm a south side of the red, white, and blue

I ain't just rocking them boots

I'm talking front porch sitting, guitar picking, family all around

Moonshine flowing, poor folks growing green from the ground

Pay their bills, judge if you will

Where I come from

I'm just a whiskey drinking, good Lord praising

Hell raising, Waylon cranking redneck, that's my roots

I'm talking back road riding, grew up fighting, ain't denying, yes sir

I'm a south side of the red, white, and blue

I ain't just rocking them boots

I ain't just rocking them boots

I ain't just rocking them boots