歌词
Oh I'm good, you're good, we're good
I get up at 4 am
Pour a cup of coffee, feed the dogs
Head on down the dark highway
Same traffic lights out to the middle of nowhere
Is where I'll go
Twelve hours of hard work
Lonely are the days, minutes pass on by
Thinkin' about when I get home
A long list of things we've gotta do to keep us going strong
If my boots ain't dirty we ain't making money
If my hands are clean we don't eat
Yeah I got two little babies
And a wife that I don't see
I get tired of living the american dream
I get homeI'm tired I'm worn
Walking through the front door
That's when I feel more
Their little arms around my legs
A kiss from my bride lets me know that it will be ok
If my boots ain't dirty we ain't making money
If my hands are clean we don't eat
Yeah I got two little babies
And a wife that I don't see
I get tired of living the american dream
Little one's about to walk
Hope to God he don't take he first steps when I'm gone
Wonder if they're missing me
Is this the way that life is gonna be?
Gonna be...
If my boots ain't dirty we ain't making money
If my hands are clean we don't eat
Yeah I got two little babies
And a wife that I don't see
I get tired of living the american dream
Out of love I'm living the american dream
Written by: Jordan B Smith