Just like the title says... with a Country / Skynyrd feel to it...
from the heart, and out of the soul, The South is a place all its own... my little take on it...
I Still Wear my old Blue Jeans, -
I’ve got 3 flannel shirts and a bunch of old Tees’
I wear my boots to work & when I’m out on the town
I kick my heels to that sweet country sound
I don’t need no fancy suit to prove I’m a man -
No High dollar job, no bank account plan
I get SOOT on my boots and dirt on my hands
I’m a down home, born and bred,
Thank my momma country fed
Workin’ hard to get ahead,
Typical Southern Man -
Well my pickup trucks more than a few years old –
It’s got dents & scrapes from the woods back home
It smokes a bit, and it rattles a lot,
But if it breaks, I’ll fix it,
not some rip-off shop
I don’t need no fancy Automobile
To prove I’m a man, that’s the way I feel
Just get me where I’m going, it’s an easy plan
Lead
My house aint fancy, but its what I call home-
Daddy bought it for momma when he sold the farm
They left it to me when the angels sang,
And when they sing for me, lord. I’ll do the same
I don’t need a house with a two car garage
To prove I’m a man, that I’m livin’ large
I’m just ridin high on the natural plan -
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