These boots
They're the same ones we work in
Go to church in on Sunday morning
These trucks
If they ain't covered up in dust
They covered up in mud because it's storming
We all got a neck about as red as a Texaco star
And a collar about as blue as the light at the bar
Yeah in a town like this
If you leave you're gonna miss the hell out of it
Yeah I know it ain't much
But people like us love the hell out of it
That hard-earned yeah we burn the hell out of it
Them six-packs we tip back the hell out of it
Momma prays the devil stays the hell out of this life we're given
Because we're down here living the hell out of it
Us boys
Love drinking in these fields where we're gonna build a house up someday
With one of these girls
With that back-home in her smile
Gonna settle down that wild one day
'Til then every time that red sun's sinking
We'll be hanging around here out here singing
Yeah in a town like this
If you leave you're gonna miss the hell out of it
Yeah I know it ain't much
But people like us love the hell out of it
That hard-earned yeah we burn the hell out of it
Them six-packs we tip back the hell out of it
Momma prays the devil stays the hell out of this life we're given
Because we're down here living the hell out of it
Yeah the hell out of it
We all got a neck about as a red as a Texaco star
And a collar about as blue as the light at the bar
Yeah in a town like this
If you leave you're gonna miss the hell out of it
Yeah I know it ain't much
But people like us love the hell out of it
That hard-earned yeah we burn the hell out of it
Them six-packs we tip back the hell out of it
Momma prays the devil stays the hell out of this life we're given
Because we're down here living the hell out of it
Yeah the hell out of it
Yeah we gonna be living it big down here ain't we buddy?
Let's show 'em how we do it
