| I know where I come from:
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| How 'bout you?
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| I don’t need baggy clothes
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| Or rings in my nose to be cool
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| The scars on my knuckles
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| Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots
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| An' there’s a whole lot more like me:
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| How 'bout you?
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| I punch the clock trying' to make it to the top:
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| How 'bout you?
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| I aren’t got no blue-blood trust fund
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| I can dip in to
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| Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn
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| About the man who’s collar’s blue
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| But if he don’t, hell, I’ll make it on my own:
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| How 'bout you?
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| An' how 'bout you?
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| Do you feel the way I do?
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| To tell the truth
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| I think we’re the chosen few
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| But that’s just me:
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| How 'bout you?
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| I still say: «Yes, Ma’am» to my Momma:
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| How 'bout you?
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| If I shake your hand, look you in the eye
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| You can bet your ass, it’ll be the truth
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| I cover my heart with my hat
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| When they fly that Red, White and Blue
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| Just like my Daddy taught me:
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| How 'bout you?
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| An' how 'bout you?
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| Do you feel the way I do?
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| To tell the truth
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| I think we’re the chosen few
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| But that’s just me:
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| How 'bout you?
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| I like my country rocking'
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| How 'bout you?
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| Just put me on a stage, man
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| Turn it up an' I’ll turn it loose
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| Yeah, give me a crowd that’s redneck an' loud
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| We’ll raise the roof
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| Hell, I might just stay all night long
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| How 'bout you?
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| Do you feel the way I do?
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| To tell the truth
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| I think we’re the chosen few
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| An' how 'bout you?
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| Do you feel the way I do?
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| Cause, man, I know where I come from:
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| How 'bout you? |