| Daddy drove a bobcat momma poured coffee
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| At the cast iron skillet that shared the same lot as the amoco
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| And I remember me and my brother busting out the screened door
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| Like a couple wild Indians ten speeds for horses were fast as we could go
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| And I ain’t ashamed how I was raised
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| Couldn’t wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face
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| I still got the scars
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| From growing up hard
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| There ain’t a bare foot summer gone by that I’d ever change
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| Bout this old boy and the way we lived
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| God bless the rebel kids
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| We wore Walmart rubber boots out in the rain
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| Shootin' empty coke cans at a cool water creek
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| With a ten pump pellet gun
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| We were zebco reelin', marlboro steelin'
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| Outta daddy’s new pack
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| Just to get the back of his callused hand
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| Oh I can still feel it man
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| And I ain’t ashamed how I was raised
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| Couldn’t wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face
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| I still got the scars
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| From growing up hard
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| There ain’t a bare foot summer gone by that I’d ever change
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| Bout this old boy and the way we lived
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| God bless the rebel kids
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| You don’t realize til you look back
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| There wasn’t money in the bank
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| And mom and dad were just doin'
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| The best they could
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| And I ain’t ashamed how I was raised
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| Couldn’t wipe the dirt and dust and smile off my face
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| I still got the scars
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| From growing up hard
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| There ain’t a bare foot summer gone by that I’d ever change
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| Bout this old boy and the way we lived
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| God bless the rebel kids
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| Yea, God bless the rebel kids
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| God bless the rebel kids |