| Yeah, we proud of that name painted up on that water tower
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| And that red dirt on the bottom of our boots
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| And this place runs thirty-five miles an hour
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| And that hard work runs in our roots
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| Yeah, we’re all just backbone blue collar people
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| Burning that Texaco black smoke diesel
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| Yeah, we’re keeping it small town, keeping it slow
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| Keep that dust stirred up on them old dirt roads
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| Yeah, we keeping them girls up in them shotgun seats
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| Got that good stuff waitin' on the end of the week
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| It’s the way we were raised and we ain’t changin' now
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| You can find us sun up to sundown, yeah
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| Just keeping it small town
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| We’re keeping it small town
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| Yeah, we just trying to be 'bout half good as our daddies
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| Still trying to make a name of our own
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| Find a little girl you can roll with and ride with
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| And make a good life with and love her 'til you’re gone
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| We’re just keeping it small town, keeping it slow
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| Keep that dust stirred up on them old dirt roads
|
| Yeah, we keeping them girls up in them shotgun seats
|
| Got that good stuff waitin' on the end of the week
|
| It’s the way we were raised and we ain’t changing now
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| You can find us sun up to sundown, yeah
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| Just keeping it small town
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| We’re keeping it small town
|
| Yeah, we’re all just backbone blue collar people
|
| Burning that Texaco black smoke diesel
|
| Yeah, we’re keeping it small town, keeping it slow
|
| Keep that dust stirred up on them old dirt roads
|
| Yeah, we keeping them girls up in them shotgun seats
|
| Got that good stuff waitin' on the end of the week
|
| It’s the way we were raised and we ain’t changing now
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| You can find us sun up to sun down, yeah
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| Just keeping it small town
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| We’re just keeping it small town |