She Ain't Lyin'

The Midwest it's true, has got the best of you, she said As I just sit back and roll my cigarette It's where the man you see was made to be and passed test after test As I write my songs and try to make a living while I just ignore the mess Put my nose to the stone and grind No bark but plenty of bite I'm dead tired and busted but it's alright Between the egos and obstacles, sometimes it seems impossible To make it to the top of the hill But I'll keep pushing and climbing until the day that I am dying And I'll give it every ounce of my will Paper and pen you see is all I need as therapy As I kick on back and smoke my cigarette The best of me is yet to be, each day I surpass my destiny And leave my name where I roam til I'm called home to rest Put my nose to the stone and grind No bark but plenty of bite I'm dead tired and busted but it's alright Between the ego's and the obstacles, sometimes it seems impossible To make it to the top but I will, God Damnit I will But I'll keep pushing and trying until the day that I am dying And I'll give it every ounce of my will The Midwest it's true, has got the best of you she said She ain't lying, but I'm trying my best