It's In My Blood

La-la-la... Some people still trying to figure me out They say they wanna know what I'm all about How'd I get here and where I'm from Let me start by saying I'm a Southern boy A God-fearing, truth-knowing real McCoy Red, white and blue ...well, it's in my blood I know the difference 'tween right and wrong Just like I know a good one from a bad song I know when to fight and when to love I work hard, I play hard, I rest when I can My mama says that I'm just like my old man That tells me that it's in my blood Well, I don't know if you like what you see I'm just here, trying to be me No one else would do it, 'til I stepped up Now, I'm not saying I'm doin' it right But, who knows better how to live my life Stayin' in my lane, oh Lord, it's in my blood La-la-la... I don't dwell on making that green Some people let their money make 'em mean Silver and gold, well, it's not my cup I was raised that you're rich if you've got a few friends And, life's like a party that never ends 'Til I check out, Lord, it's in my blood Well, I don't know if you like what you see I'm just here, trying to be me No one else would do it, 'til I stepped up Now, I'm not saying I'm doin' it right But, who knows better how to live my life Stayin' in my lane, oh Lord, it's in my blood La-la-la...