Midland

I sure do love me a blue-collar baby Go to work all day then come home to his lady And I think you're the finest of your kind But I don't belong here I'm just making my rounds I can stay for Christmas then I gotta leave town And you would too if you had half a mind "44 acres with mineral rights Half of it's yours if you sign the line" And I said, there ain't a chance in hell this is where I die I'll wreck my daddy's bronco Turn on pop country radio See something flyin, it's a UFO And the cowboys just won the super bowl Before you drag my ass back to Midland I paid my dues, more than anybody should've I would've packed up my boots and ran Sooner if I could've But this town ropes you in with a dollar sign And you look good, and your jokes are funny Lord knows you've got all the money But there ain't no chance this is where I die I'll plant my roots in Oklahoma My redneck brother trades in his Tacoma For a car that runs on a lithium battery Before you drag my ass back to Midland I'm proud to be an oil riggers daughter We got crude for sale We got dreams for slaughter And we got the best bars from here to Tennessee But if you come looking Well I'll be booking it Sorry baby but you must have mistaken me For somebody who's got way different dreams Because I'll go back to school it's God's will Sell my songs and my car just to pay the bills You'll see Jesus walk the streets of Nashville Before you drag my ass Fore you drag my ass Fore you drag my ass back to Midland