| White knuckles on a hammer, out swingin' in the sun, I’ve been there
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| On a tractor in the summer, sweat rollin' down the back of that shirt
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| You work your ass off for a dollar, puttin' new wrinkles on a blue collar
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| Hoe-in the row y’all, till the weekend then we really start kickin' up dirt
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| Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
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| Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with America muscle
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| Gimme some blacktop so I can spread them wing on the hood of that Trans Am
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| And a sweet thing ridin' shottie, that’s why God made the open road
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| Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
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| Grippin' the wheel with some white in your knuckles and ridin' around in
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| American muscle
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| (Yeah, we make it, we spend it, we love it, we live it we see what we want,
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| we go get it)
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| Hey Mr. Fender, thanks for the memories, you set the world on fire with six
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| strings
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| We got 'em plugged in, we got 'em turned up, from garages to the Madison Square
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| Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
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| Gimme some Stevie, some Double Trouble, rockin' the house with American muscle
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| Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
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| Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with American muscle
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| American muscle |