| Branded an outlaw, they label me white trash
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| I ain’t ever seen a silver spoon
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| Mama loved daddy, and daddy loved drinkin'
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| She’d cry all alone in her room
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| Daddy drank to an old Haggard tune
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| Ain’t too many choices for a poor boy in west Texas
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| Just have to work for the pride in your name
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| The rent’s due on Monday, payday’s on Friday
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| Somehow you still find a way
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| You sell your soul for those bills that you pay
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| And if you’re ornery as hell, more sinner than saint
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| You drink too much and you fall down
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| Come from a long line of crazy SOBs
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| I pray that we make 'em proud
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| Here it’s boom or bust for rednecks like us
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| That silvr spoon, it can’t be found
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| No, we don’t back down
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| On this side of town
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| That foldd up flag they gave to my grandmaw
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| Stands for a price that was paid
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| Fightin' for freedom, the things we believe in
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| Just like we still do here today
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| Yeah, some things 'round here never change
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| Like the red on my neck, white scars on my knuckles
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| The blue-collar way I was raised
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| It don’t take a damn thing, get your ass up and earn it, if he was still with
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| us today
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| That’s what my grandpaw would say
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| He was ornery as hell, more sinner than saint
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| You drink too much and you fall down
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| Come from a long line of crazy SOBs
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| I pray that we make 'em proud
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| Here it’s boom or bust for rednecks like us
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| That silver spoon, it can’t be found
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| We don’t back down
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| On this side of town
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| So take the top off the whiskey, pass it around
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| If you’re ornery as hell, more sinner than saint
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| You drink too much and you fall down
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| Come from a long line of crazy SOBs
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| I pray that we make 'em proud
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| Here it’s boom or bust for rednecks like us
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| That silver spoon, it can’t be found
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| No, we don’t back down
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| On this side of town
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| Hell, no, we don’t back down
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| On this side of town |