All-American Middle Class White Boy - Thomas Rhett

We wasn’t rich, we wasn’t poor

Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced

I drove a hand-me-down Ford pickup truck

We had to drive ten miles just to sink it in the mud

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

I went to private school for a couple of years

And I loved Jesus, but I still drank beer

I played high school football, but I didn’t start

Coach said I was slow but I hit real hard

Hey, hey what can I say

I grew up in the heartland USA

I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise

I’m an all-American middle class white boy

Hey, hey

Lived in the sticks 'til I moved to the city

But the stars ain’t as bright and the girls ain’t as pretty

I still say, «Yes sir, ma’am and y’all»

So don’t you be hatin' on the way I talk Hoss

Hey, hey what can I say

I grew up in the heartland USA

I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise

I’m an all-American middle class white boy

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey

I like what I like, I am what I am

And even when they lose, I’m still a Bulldog fan

I rocked DMX when I was I kid

And now I sing country music like my daddy did

Hey, hey what can I say

I grew up in the heartland USA

I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise

I’m an all-American

Hey, hey what can I say

I grew up in the heartland USA

I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise

I’m an all-American middle class white boy

Hey

Middle class white boy

Hey