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(One) two, one, two, do it I might get side-swiped, I might get way laid I've been known to cash some checks above my pay grade I've been busted by some broncos that I never should have battled Picked my pride up out the dust and got right back up in the saddle My daddy's daddy's grandpa's daddy passed it down to me I'm a neck red bred and corn bread fed, hard headed SOB Yeah, that's me, still hanging tough enough for another round When it comes to never giving up, I got it down This one's for you, baby Sometimes we argue, sometimes we fight, girl Maybe that's why we get along 'cause we're both right, girl I guess it takes one to know one and that's how I recognize it You put that sweet thing on my Mustang and you weren't afraid to ride it Your momma's momma's grandma's momma passed it down to you That Bible thumping, chicken dumpling cowgirl attitude Yeah, that's you, still hanging tough enough for another round When it comes to never giving up, you got it down Yeah, my daddy's daddy's grandpa's daddy passed it down to me I'm a neck red bred and corn bread fed, hard headed SOB Yeah, that's me, still hanging tough enough for another round When it comes to never giving up, I got it down When it comes to never giving up, I got it down Yeah, I got it down Alright Alright everybody hang on now, hang on Eyo, ridin' cowboy Alright, big Indian, big Indian, big old country western Indian right here That's not exactly what I had in mind, whatever
Writer(s): Craig Wiseman, Brandon Kinney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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