Blue Collar

Yeah

My papa smoked Marlboros

For forty years, yeah, keepin' that window down

He lived by just a few roads

Stay humble, work hard, make your mama proud

Had a shoulder you can lean on

And that wrap-around screened-in porch you could swing on

If you needed a prayer, he'd always say one

Head bowed, no doubt, he knew where it all came from

My kind of people are the ones who go to work, go to the church in the same blue jeans (Yeah)

My kind of people know how to live what they say, and say what they mean

Makin' all this money but they know it ain't all about a dollar

There ought to be a sign when you roll up

Welcome to the home of the red letter, white picket, blue collar (Yeah, come on)

The red letter, white picket, blue collar

My mama did a lot with the little

She always had an extra spot at the table

And my daddy was a man of few words

When he talked, there was always a lesson learned

He said to keep the oil changed to keep the truck rollin'

And you can tell the tree by the fruit it's growin'

My kind of people are the ones who go to work, go to the church in the same blue jeans (Yeah)

My kind of people know how to live what they say, and say what they mean

Makin' all this money but they know it ain't all about a dollar

There ought to be a sign when you roll up

Welcome to the home of the red letter, white picket, blue collar (Alright, come on)

The red letter, white picket, blue collar

When I feel like I'm losin' my mind

And my heart needs a place to unwind

I just go in at I-65 (Yeah)

Yeah, those are my kind, those are my kind, yeah

My kind of people are the ones who go to work, go to the church in the same blue jeans (Yeah)

My kind of people know how to live what they say, and say what they mean

Makin' all this money but they know it ain't all about a dollar

There ought to be a sign when you roll up

Welcome to the home of the red letter, white picket, blue collar

Yeah, the red letter, white picket, blue collar