Boots On the Ground

Im the son of a small town Were everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down Amazing grace still has a place and the lost can still get found Were them 8 point bucks and those custom deluxe trucks are still arunnin round Theres a good lord up above where im from and theres boots on the ground Blood sweat and tears sun to sun Workins just part of livin lord where I come from Barefoot backwood bluecollar the bit of it all Tonight I'm shinin my shot gun cause today was a hot one and I'm just waiting on the fall What say all And im the son of a small town Were everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down Amazing grace still has a place and the lost can still get found Were them 8 point bucks and those custom deluxe trucks are still runnin around Theres a good lord up above where im from and theres boots on the ground Theres love in this land dirt on these hands Pride in this family name Plow breaks the ground The seeds are put down and a prayer goes up for rain And I work the rigs like my daddy did And put some roots in these here rows And if the leather hold Ill put some more miles on these soles Im the son of a small town Were everybody drinks beer when the sun goes down Amazing grace still has a place and the lost can still get found Were them 8 point bucks and those custom deluxe trucks are still runnin around Theres a good lord up above where im from and theres boots on the ground