| Papaw was a painter, daddy was the same
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| Fought roosters on the weekend to keep the farm from the state
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| Them bills got higher, diesel climbed through the roof
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| Them numbers on them work trucks got disconnected too
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| Just a poor boy on a farm, foreclosed on my roots
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| Dip stains in my Wranglers and holes in my boots
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| Clueless to the world, fearful of no man
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| Raised a animal of my own, my teeth blood stain red
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| I’m alive
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| There’s a, there’s a animal inside
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| I’m from a, from another time
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| That’s why you never see me smile
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| There’s an animal inside
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| I’m a nobody, only bones and flesh
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| Just a feller with a last name the government made me have
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| But these feet have ran trails, these hands have touched the soil
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| So when I get to where I’m goin' my last name will be worth gold
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| I’m alive
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| There’s an animal inside
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| I’m from, from another time
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| That’s why you never see me smile
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| There’s an animal inside |