Wouldn't trade this holler

For a stone-cold million dollars

My green all comes blue collar, and I'm all good with that

This world's been changin'

But these folks 'round here, they ain't been

They all still windshield wavin' when they slow rollin' past

We could live a little higher on the hog

But I don't think that we'd be no better off

Not everybody got that spot out in the forty

Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy

Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy

Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?

Still workin' hard like my daddy told me

Still keepin' lowkey

Still ridin' high behind them low beams

If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me

Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we?

It might be simple, but these two lanes, they're my temple

And that river rollin' gentle wash my worries away

I used to hate it, but I travel lots of pavements

And there ain't no better places as the end of the day

So I pass the play and thank the Lord he put me here

And pray that times like mine don't ever disappear

Not everybody got that spot out in the forty

Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy

Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy

Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?

Still workin' hard like my daddy told me

Still keepin' lowkey

Still ridin' high behind them low beams

If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me

Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we?

Yeah

But we do, don't we?

Not everybody takes off their hat

Stands for the flag

That them boys overseas got on their sleeve

Not everybody dies where they're born

Takes a field full of corn

And turns it into whiskey, say it with me

Yeah, we do, don't we?

Not everybody got that spot out in the forty

Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy

Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy

Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?

Still workin' hard like my daddy told me

Still keepin' lowkey

Still ridin' high behind them low beams

If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me

Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we?

Not everybody got that spot out in the forty

(But we do, don't we?)

Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy

Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?