Bloodline

He likes his, coffee black first thing in the morning A cup or two usually, gets him going He puts on his boots and cranks up, that old '79 Weather man says there's a storm warnin' Well he pulls down his hat and keeps his wheels'a rollin' Chaising the dreams of a back forty kind of life Well his claim to fame is a last name On a dead end county road sign He's got, callused hands and a callused heart But that suits him just fine Makin it day to day, working his life away Tryin'a find a little piece of mind Oooah, but that's his bloodline There's a chair on a porch that his gran-daddy left him Where he sits and ponders on, when things were different When a man could keep what he earned with a little help from above It's getting harder to make ends meet in the middle Selling his life away, little by little But something inside him says "Boy you don't ever give up" 'Cause his claim to fame is a last name On a dead end county road sign Yeah he's a, dying breed and every day it seems He's only runnin' out of time Makin it, day to day, working his life away Tryin'a find a little piece of mind Oooah, but that's his bloodline Yeah it gets kinda tough sometimes around that blue collar Holden onto his dreams and chasing down another dollar But his claim to fame is a last name On a dead end county road sign And when he's dead and gone, he's gotta carry on And the wounds he's gotta leave behind Making it day to day, working his life away Tryin'a find a little piece of mind Ooooah, but that's his bloodline Till it's carved on a stone all alone beneath the Georgia pines That's his bloodline