I know where I come from:
How bout you?
I dont need baggy clothes,
Or rings in my nose to be cool.
The scars on my knuckles,
Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
An theres a whole lot more like me:
How bout you?
I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top:
How bout you?
I aint got no blue-blood trust fund,
I can dip in to.
Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn,
About the man whos collars blue.
But if he dont, hell, Ill make it on my own:
How bout you?
An how bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think were the chosen few.
But thats just me:
How bout you?
I still say: Yes, Maam to my Momma:
How bout you?
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye,
You can bet your ass, itll be the truth.
I cover my heart with my hat,
When they fly that Red, White and Blue,
Just like my Daddy taught me:
How bout you?
An how bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think were the chosen few.
But thats just me:
Well, how bout you?
I like my country rockin,
How bout you?
Just put me on a stage, man,
Turn it up an Ill turn it loose.
Yeah, give me a crowd thats redneck an loud,
Well raise the roof.
Hell, I might just stay all night long.
How bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
To tell the truth,
I think were the chosen few.
An how bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
Cause, man, I know where I come from:
How bout you?