Live From The Heartland Lyrics

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

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