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Eric Church Miscellaneous How 'Bout You I know where I come from: How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes, Or rings in my nose to be cool. The scars on my knuckles, Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots. An' there's a whole lot more like me: How 'bout you? I punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top: How 'bout you? I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund, I can dip in to. Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn, About the man who's collar's blue. But if he don't, hell, I'll 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 we're the chosen few. But that's just me: How 'bout you? I still say: "Yes, Ma'am" to my Momma: How 'bout you? If I shake your hand, look you in the eye, You can bet your ass, it'll 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 we're the chosen few. But that's 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' I'll turn it loose. Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud, We'll raise the roof. Yeah, I might just stay all night long. How 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? To tell the truth, I think we're 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? |
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