[Chorus]
Just and ole country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple jailhouse tat's
Down an old dirt road where I paid my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathin', and Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an ole country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it then I meant it, I ain't takin' nothin' back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm workin' hard for a livin' and barely makin' it through

[Verse 1]
I'm workin' hard for a livin', tryin' to make ends meet
I grew up with the hounds, so I don't shit where I sleep
I turned a dime into a dream out the trailer park window
Got it out the mud, better runnin' that's your kinfolk
Hat to the back, with a double wide drеam
A couple jailhouse tat's but you don't see what I see
You ain't walked in my shoеs, you can't fit in my jeans
I've gotta get it how I live it and that's by any means
Just an ole country boy, from a no name town
Where the things we think were new, were really just hand-me-downs
We ain't got a liquor store, so we makin' our own
If you come well come correct because we more than a song
We ain't castin' a stone, we try to live by the book
I thank the Lord that I'm breathin' and for the fish on this hook
I'd give the shirt off of my back for anyone that really needs it
If I'm lyin' then I'm dyin' and I'm still steady speakin'
[Chorus]
Just and ole country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple jailhouse tat's
Down an old dirt road where I paid my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathin', and Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an ole country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it then I meant it, I ain't takin' nothin' back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm workin' hard for a livin' and barely makin' it through

[Verse 2]
I like to call it how I see it, if I said it then I meant it
I'm below that Mason Dixon, runnin' game this ain't a scrimmage
Every day's a different problem, every day's a different hustle
I was born to raise hell, momma should've named me Trouble
I like my seat laid back, while I'm takin' it slow
I got a family full of felons that ain't makin' parole
They sold their soul to the devil for a bag full of dope
Now they callin' home collect, prayin' we answer the phone
All of the dirt that I've done, I learned to do on my own
If you never have a witness who's to say you were wrong
I'm a legend in the makin' headed straight for the throne
She's my little pride and joy, she was made from my bones
You better watch how you speak, you better lower your tone
Before your last bowel movement is in a funeral home
I'm just a small town boy who never changed his ways
Workin' daylight to dark, for pocket lint and spare change
[Chorus]
Just and ole country boy, I wear my hat to the back
With a double wide dream, a couple jailhouse tat's
Down an old dirt road where I paid my dues
I thank the Lord that I'm breathin', and Stevie Ray for the blues
Just an ole country boy, I wear my hat to the back
If I said it then I meant it, I ain't takin' nothin' back
Had to get it out the mud, still got dirt on my boots
I'm workin' hard for a livin' and barely makin' it through