| We wasn’t rich, we wasn’t poor
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| Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced
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| I drove a hand-me-down Ford pickup truck
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| We had to drive ten miles just to sink it in the mud
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| Come on, come on
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| Come on, come on
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| I went to private school for a couple of years
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| And I loved Jesus, but I still drank beer
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| I played high school football, but I didn’t start
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| Coach said I was slow but I hit real hard
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| Hey, hey what can I say
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| I grew up in the heartland USA
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| I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
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| I’m an all-American middle class white boy
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| Hey, hey
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| Lived in the sticks 'til I moved to the city
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| But the stars ain’t as bright and the girls ain’t as pretty
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| I still say, «Yes sir, ma’am and y’all»
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| So don’t you be hatin' on the way I talk Hoss
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| Hey, hey what can I say
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| I grew up in the heartland USA
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| I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
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| I’m an all-American middle class white boy
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey
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| I like what I like, I am what I am
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| And even when they lose, I’m still a Bulldog fan
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| I rocked DMX when I was I kid
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| And now I sing country music like my daddy did
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| Hey, hey what can I say
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| I grew up in the heartland USA
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| I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
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| I’m an all-American
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| Hey, hey what can I say
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| I grew up in the heartland USA
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| I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
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| I’m an all-American middle class white boy
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| Hey
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| Middle class white boy
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| Hey |