Wouldn't trade this holler
for a stone-cold million dollars
My green all comes blue collar
And I'm all good with that
This world's been changin'
But these folks 'round here
They ain't been
They all still windshield wavin'
when they slow rollin' past
We could live a little higher
on the hog
But I don't think that we'd be
no better off
Not everybody got
that spot out in the forty
Some ten-point buck they shot
hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots
outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this
kind of life
But we do don't we
Still workin' hard likе
my daddy told me
Still keepin' lowkey
Still ridin' high behind thеm
low beams
If you don't know about
This nowhere
You don't know me
Not everybody thinks we
got it made
But we do don't we
It might be simple but these
two lanes they're my temple
And that river rollin' gentle
wash my worries away
I used to hate it
But I traveled lots of pavement
And there ain't no better places
at the end of the day
So I pass the plate and
thank the Lord He put me here
And pray that times like mine
don't ever disappear
Not everybody got
that spot out in the forty
Some ten-point buck they shot
hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots
outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this
kind of life
But we do don't we
Still workin' hard likе
my daddy told me
Still keepin' lowkey
Still ridin' high behind thеm
low beams
If you don't know about
This nowhere
You don't know me
Not everybody thinks we
got it made
But we do don't we
Yeah eah eah
But we do don't we
Not everybody
takes off their hat
Stands for the flag
That them boys overseas
got on their sleeve
Not everybody
Dies where they're born
Takes a field full of corn
And turns it into whiskey
Say it with me
Yeah we do don't we
Not everybody got
that spot out in the forty
Some ten-point buck they shot
hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots
outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this
kind of life
But we do don't we
Still workin' hard likе
my daddy told me
Still keepin' lowkey
Still ridin' high behind thеm
low beams
If you don't know about
This nowhere
You don't know me
Not everybody thinks we
got it made
But we do don't we
Not everybody got
that spot out in the forty
Fridays in parkin' lots
outside of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this
kind of life
But we do don't we