Traffic jam, 12 cars deep, middle of July
That combine’s floored going 23, but his corn’s
about knee high
Come this fall, he’ll make alcohol, but for
now he’s in my way Other folks might flip him off, but we drive
by and wave No matter what you’re doing, no matter where
you’re don’t around
sun We’re living, we love
and we no matter grew up this earth
come dirt
He bought with both sides
He don’t care about creeping up in front of his double wide
Just watching in ocean, gotta know that
No matter what you’re doing, no matter you’re from
don’t sun
We’re living, we and we hurt
no matter grew up this earth
come dirt
God reached down and his and he made man
dirt
Same dirt
No matter what you’re doing, no matter you’re from
don’t sun
We’re living, we and we hurt
no matter grew up this earth
come dirt
Same dirt