How 'Bout You

I know where I come from How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool The scars on my knuckles Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots And there's a whole lot more like me How 'bout you? I punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top How 'bout you? I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund I can dip in to Yeah, I wish uncle Sam would give a damn About the man whose collar's blue But if he don't, hell, I'll make it on my own How 'bout you? How 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few But that's just me, how 'bout you? I still say, "Yes, Ma'am", to my momma How 'bout you? If I shake your hand, look you in the eye You can bet your ass, it'll be the truth I cover my heart with my hat When they fly that red, white and blue Just like my daddy taught me How 'bout you? How 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few But that's just me, how 'bout you? I like my country rockin' How 'bout you? Just put me on a stage, man Turn it up an' I'll turn it loose Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud We'll raise the roof Hell, I might just stay all night long How 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few How 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? 'Cause, man, I know where I come from How 'bout you?