| Some of us drove a Chevy
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| Some of us drove a Ford
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| But we all kept an acre and half foot of mud caked up on the doors
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| We were ripping licks and chasing white tails
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| Just to hang 'em up over our beds
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| We were E’d up with it, we were all tryna get at that small town street cred
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| I got mine
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| How 'bout you?
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| Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
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| If you grew up how I grew up
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| I’m bettin' it’s a surefire bet
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| You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred
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| You had to hold your liquor
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| You had to hold your ground
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| Had to hold on to the football
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| Had to make that home crowd proud
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| That girl that was hell down the hall
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| Was heaven in the truck bed
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| She was wearing your jacket, you were showin' love, stackin' that small town
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| street cred
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| I got mine
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| How 'bout you?
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| Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
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| If you grew up how I grew up
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| I’m bettin' it’s a surefire bet
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| You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred
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| I got mine
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| How 'bout you?
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| Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
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| If you grew up how I grew up
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| I’m bettin' it’s a surefire bet
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| You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred
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| You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred, yeah |