[Verse 1]
Some of us drove a Chevy
Some of us drove a Ford
But we all kept an acre-and-a-half of mud
Caked up on the doors
We were rippin' lips and chasin' white-tails
Just to hang 'em up over our beds
We were ate up with it, we were all tryna get it
That small-town street cred

[Chorus]
I got mine, how 'bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up, I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small-town street cred

[Verse 2]
You had to hold your liquor
You had to hold your ground
Had to hold on to the football
Had to make that home crowd proud
That girl that was hell on the heart
Was heaven in a truck bed
Yeah, she was wearin' your jacket, you were showin' love
Stackin' up small-town street cred
[Chorus]
I got mine, how 'bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up, I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small-town street cred

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
I got mine, how 'bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up, I'm bettin' it's a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small-town street cred
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small-town street cred, yeah