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I'm one son of a bench, seats so she can slide over Lift kit make heaven feel closer That strap slippin' off of her shoulder Some things don't get old for a son of a- Which parking lot are we meeting up at? Cold case with a backup six-pack Rockstar queued up three times on a soundtrack (Oh, it ain't it easy) Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then- You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it Raise a glass and say cheers, to my next 30 years Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this I'm a red, white, blue collar, beer loving son of a bitch (You don't know what it is, man) I'm one son of a hitch, with a boat in the back Ain't caught nothing, but we're throwing it back Steel town, red star, yellow or black Ain't nothing gonna change that- Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then- You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this I'm a red, white, and blue-collar beer loving son of a bitch I'm a son of a bitch I'm a son of a- Middle finger, man, ain't got enough to go around (go around) Raising hell, my daddy always said I'm a son of a bitch Never seen a Yankee boy on this side of town Burned this place down 'til they put me in the ground Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then- You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this I'm a red, white, blue-collar, beer-loving son of a bitch Blue collar, beer-loving son of a- Son of a-