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