Lyrics: Don't We

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 kinda life but we do, don't we?

Still workin' hard like my daddy told me

Still keep it low-key, 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 travelled lots of pavement

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

So I pass the plate and thank the Lord He put me here

And pray that towns 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 kinda life but we do, don't we?

Still workin' hard like my daddy told me

Still keep it low-key, 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 sleeves

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 kinda life but we do, don't we?

Still workin' hard like my daddy told me

Still keep it low-key, 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?