| Redneck, blue collar, roots planted in the holler
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| Don’t reckon that’ll ever change
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| You can sell out if you wanna, me, I’m never gonna
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| Too proud of my daddy’s name
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| I still rock my work boots in them church pews every Sunday
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| And you can bet your ass I get off my ass every time that anthem plays
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| And I’m still stompin' 'round these same old grounds, still reppin' them small
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| town streets
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| Yeah, I’m still a whole lot more Georgia than I’ll ever be Tennessee
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| 'Cause I’m Jon boat floatin', shotgun tottin', don’t take nothin' for free
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| 'Cause I’m born and bread, American red, kinda country
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| And I’m still me
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| They say boy you’ll never make it
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| They say boy you can’t sing
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| The more they told me no the more they made me do my thing
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| They ain’t ever gonna change me, I do it how I does it
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| There’s plenty tryin' to be me, it’d be bad if they wasn’t
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| I’ma tell you all I ain’t ever leavin' my roots
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| I keep reppin' them backroads, blue jeans, and boots
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| I’m still stompin' 'round these same old grounds, still reppin' them small town
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| streets
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| Yeah, I’m still a whole lot more Georgia than I’ll ever be Tennessee
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| 'Cause I’m Jon boat floatin', shotgun tottin', don’t take nothin' for free
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| 'Cause I’m born and bread, American red, kinda country
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| And I’m still me
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| When they put me in the ground they can turn me face round
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| Tell the world to kiss my ass
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| 'Cause I’m down home proud, never back down
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| I’m the first, I’ll be the last
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| And I’m still stompin' 'round these same old grounds, still reppin' them small
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| town streets
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| Yeah, I’m still a whole lot more Georgia than I’ll ever be Tennessee
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| 'Cause I’m Jon boat floatin', shotgun tottin', don’t take nothin' for free
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| 'Cause I’m born and bread, American red, kinda country
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| And I’m still me
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| And I’m still me |