Live From the Heartland

Coming live from the Heartland, USA Where dreams go to die and your friends get sent away Working to survive, 9 to 5 everyday Spend your paycheck up at Walmart and Chick-Fil-A Pull up in a Honda baby we ain't got the top down Parking lot at Taco Bell, I need that mild sauce now You askin' a lot of questions, lookin' like a cop now Eat your chicken quesadilla baby girl and calm down Country Boy with the flow, that's me Might rock cowboy boots and Supreme Might put a lift kit on my Jeep Might buy me a can of Wintergreen Might go crazy, 80, on the interstatey Might just can F150, whip it like its a Mercedes Might show up in camouflage, with entourage, at VMA's Oh my gosh it's Wavey Davey, yea he's back and misbehaving I'm that young stunna, I don't like no drama She do what she wanna, I do any genre It's feeling like a good ol' West Virginia summer Hit me if you got my number See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday I'm a truck at a main street light Yea I'm the kid next door sitting on the front porch Who grew up here all of his life I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up all-nighter Tryn'a make it just as fast as I can I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin' Coming live from this heartland I'm from a place not so far away in the U.S.A Everday, we're either overworked or we're underpaid We need benefits, vacation days, a 401k And maternity leave, she got a baby on the way See everybody knows your name 'round here But ain't nobody famous 'round here A bunch of John Does riding 'round on John Deere Might move to Texas and become a cattle auctioneer Quarter, half, seventy-five, one, one twenty-five One half, one seventy-five, who's gonna buy Is it too high, going once, going two times Sold to the man in the front with the Levis Carhartt jacket and a peace sign Myrtle Beach for a week got tee time Boy I've known you since knee high And now you see why I ain't sold my soul, I'm rock and roll I'm on a roll, I'm out of control and now you know Pick a mean six string, got bars like soap And I dare y'all to tell me it ain't dope See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday I'm a truck at a main street light Yea I'm your friend next door sitting on the back porch Handing you a cold can of Bud Light I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter Tryn'a make it just as fast as I can I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin' Coming live from this heartland