Eric Church - "How 'Bout You?"


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 ain'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?

And 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 Mama,
How 'bout you?
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye,
You can bet your ass, it'll be the truth.
Yeah, I cover my heart with my hat
When they fly that Red, White and Blue,
Just like my Daddy taught me,
How 'bout you?

And 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 rockin',
How 'bout you?
Just put me on a stage, man,
Turn it up and I'll turn it loose.
Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck and loud,
And we'll raise the roof.
Yeah, I might just stay all night long,
How 'bout you?

And 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?

And how 'bout you?
Do you feel the way I do?
'Cause, man, I know where I come from,
How 'bout you?




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