| I grew up on the seat of a John Deere tractor bailing hay
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| Now I’m standing in the middle of a high rise city on a subway train
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| I’m sure jaws are dropping, small town talking
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| Let 'em talk away, I don’t care, I don’t care
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| I’m still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel
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| I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled
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| I’m still the son of the back in them good old days
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| Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what they say
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| I ain’t changing a letter of my last name
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| The way I talk or the way I pray
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| Carve the stone like a tattoo that ain’t fading
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| I ain’t changing, I ain’t changing
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| I’m still make some racket, leather jacket, hometown proud
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| I’m still say the blessing, learn your lesson, watch your mouth
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| I packed all that up in the bed of my truck when I hit the road
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| No matter where I go, no matter where I go
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| I’m still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel
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| I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled
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| I’m still the son of the back in them good old days
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| Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what they say
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| I ain’t changing a letter of my last name
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| The way I talk or the way I pray
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| Carve the stone like a tattoo that ain’t fading
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| I ain’t changing
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| I like my tough love, red blood rebel heart that beats
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| Like the words in those old hymns that we used to sing
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| I ain’t changing
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| I’m still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel
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| I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled
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| I’m still the son of the back in them good old days
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| Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what they say
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| I ain’t changing a letter of my last name
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| The way I talk or the way I pray
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| Carve the stone like a tattoo that ain’t fading
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| I ain’t changing, I ain’t changing |