People think I probably come from a town where the doors ain’t locked and the roads ain’t paved
People think I probably got an old dog in the yard laid out by my kiss-eyes
People take one look at these old boots, think they know a thing or two about my roots
They one out my mouth, and they think they got all out
People think I’m a
People think I my money and beer
percent the plate they I don’t care think
they’re thinkin’ I got lucky get a me
get see, I’m think
People gotta have a thing for cut boys and tin on
People I probably thank the good Lord day you’re mine
And they ain’t wrong, nah, they’re pretty dead on
People think I’m a
People think I my money and beer
percent the plate
they I don’t care think
they’re thinkin’ I got lucky get a me
get see, I’m think
They one out my mouth
And they think they got all out
People think I’m a
People think I my money and beer
percent the plate they I don’t care think
they’re thinkin’ I got lucky get a me
get see, I’m think
What think
they’re thinkin’ I’m a country
