Lyrics

Straight line wind turned the old barn into a pile of wood and rust The whole town comes with their work boots on, raise it right back up There's a life ain't fair, thumb in the air, just tryin' to get to Baton Rouge Somebody pulls up in a flatbed truck, says, "Buddy, where you headed to?" There ain't no good news on the 6 o'clock news these days But don't you get down, take a look around It's all over the place It could be Carolina, could be California There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back If you ask, they'll put it right on ya They say the world is endin' But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer Somewhere in America Somewhere in America There's rumors of war, wolves at the door There ain't no way around it There's all shades of blue collars back in the holler Set to do somethin' about it There's still cigarettes in bars There's still rings that don't leave hands There's still Semper Fi on arms And there's still heart left in this land Anywhere from Carolina, could be California There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back If you ask, they'll put it right on ya They say the world is endin' But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer Somewhere in America Somewhere in America Somewhere there's a boy Somewhere there's a girl Sittin' in a Chevy on some Tom Petty Sayin', "Man, what a perfect world" Yeah, somewhere there's a town Full of main street moms and pops On top of the world Even if the rest of the world is on the rocks It could be Carolina, could be California There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back If you ask, they'll put it right on ya They say the world is endin' But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer Somewhere in America Somewhere in America
Writer(s): Michael Hardy, Jon Nite, Zach Crowell, Hunter Phelps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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