Grandpa's down By the two lane In the blazing sun Or pouring rain Sells tomatoes From the back Of his pickup truck Reads the Bible line for line While sipping on Some homeade wine
That's who he is And what he does He's just like us
My Dad's got A crippled hand A casualty of Vietnam But he's still down At the sawmill every day Oh and first thing 'Fore the break of dawn Mama's got his eggs And coffee on
My whole life It's been that way
We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods
Just as sure as the river flows We take care of our own Step right up when someone needs a friend
Last year on the Johnson farm A fire wiped out the house and barn The whole town showed up To build 'em back again, all right
We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods
We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
