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Some are big city born with a silver spoon
Some are military raised red, white and blue
Some are Pittsburgh factory, Detroit steel
Some are third generation cotton fields
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
I'm the mud up the side of a Chevrolet
I'm a football team on a license plate
I'm a camouflaged deer stand at 5AM
A calloused hand son and damn proud of it
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A mom and pop quick shop, church and a courthouse
That's my, yeah, that's my
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline (my bloodline)
(My bloodline)
WRITERS
Django Walker, Josh Hoge, Randy Montana
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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