How 'Bout You - Eric Church

I know where I come from:

How 'bout you?

I don’t need baggy clothes

Or rings in my nose to be cool

The scars on my knuckles

Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots

An' there’s a whole lot more like me:

How 'bout you?

I punch the clock trying' to make it to the top:

How 'bout you?

I aren’t got no blue-blood trust fund

I can dip in to

Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn

About the man who’s collar’s blue

But if he don’t, hell, I’ll make it on my own:

How 'bout you?

An' how 'bout you?

Do you feel the way I do?

To tell the truth

I think we’re the chosen few

But that’s just me:

How 'bout you?

I still say: «Yes, Ma’am» to my Momma:

How 'bout you?

If I shake your hand, look you in the eye

You can bet your ass, it’ll be the truth

I cover my heart with my hat

When they fly that Red, White and Blue

Just like my Daddy taught me:

How 'bout you?

An' how 'bout you?

Do you feel the way I do?

To tell the truth

I think we’re the chosen few

But that’s just me:

How 'bout you?

I like my country rocking'

How 'bout you?

Just put me on a stage, man

Turn it up an' I’ll turn it loose

Yeah, give me a crowd that’s redneck an' loud

We’ll raise the roof

Hell, I might just stay all night long

How 'bout you?

Do you feel the way I do?

To tell the truth

I think we’re the chosen few

An' how 'bout you?

Do you feel the way I do?

Cause, man, I know where I come from:

How 'bout you?