Bloodline

Some are big city born with a silver spoon

Some are military raised red, white, and blue

Some are Pittsburgh factory, Detroit steel

Some are third generation cotton fields

My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town

A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out

Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch

Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone

A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans

He's got my last name and looks just like me

That's my bloodline

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I'm a mud up the side of a Chevrolet

I'm a football team on a license plate

I'm a camouflaged deer stand at five a.m.

A calloused hand son, and damn proud of it

My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town

A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out

Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch

Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone

A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans

He's got my last name and looks just like me

That's my, my bloodline

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My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town

A mom and pop quick shop, church, and a courthouse

That's my, yeah that's my

My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town

A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out

Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch

Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone

A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans

He's got my last name and looks just like me

That's my, my bloodline