Standard American

[Verse 1] He killed what he ate and brewed what he drank Listened to Coe, Jerry Reed, and Hank A bear of a man, hardly left the woods A six foot four, solid rock when he stood He'd hunt with a hatchet and his own bare hands Refused welfare, only lived off the land Drove an '87 Dodge, straight pipes out the back Stocked his house with white-tail racks He's a rebel, a redneck, grew up in the sticks A standard American son'bitch [Verse 2] His shirt says Ralph but his real name's Fred Got grease on his hands and sweat on his head Pants oil black and arms are scarred And knuckles more busted than his credit card Spends weekdays working under the hood He's got mouths to feed and he knows he should Come Friday at five he'll collect that pay Pop a top on a cold one at the end of the day He's blue collar, a sinner, he can't decide which A standard American son'bitch [Chorus] You can call me a redneck, call me a hick Say I'm a drunk, messed up just a bit But the flag I fly's got the stars and stripes Test my freedom, I'll be down for a fight We're the backbone, blue collar Working, trying to earn a dollar Hurts, but it feeds our kids Standard American son'bitch [Verse 3] He drives a Peterbilt with eighteen wheels The ICC hot on his heels Running them roads since age eighteen Ain't a city limit sign that he hasn't seen Grinding them gears, heading down the line He's enslaved to the law, the law and time Make it home for two day's sleep Then it's back to his cockpit and Air Ride seat He's a driver, a highway man Loves his woman and two kids A standard American son'bitch [Verse 4] He ain't heard too good since '67 Flew a chopper named The Stairway To Heaven Got an M16, hacks up black tar Vietnam plates on the back of his car He don't talk too much and he don't waste words When he does you damn sure better know he's heard A ponytail, little thin up top Rolls his own for ten cents a pop He's a soldier, a veteran, beat up a bit A standard American son'bitch [Chorus] You can call me a redneck, call me a hick Say I'm a drunk, messed up just a bit But the flag I fly's got the stars and stripes Test my freedom, I'll be down for a fight We're the backbone, blue collar Working, trying to earn a dollar Hurts, but it feeds our kids Standard American son'bitch [Outro] Country boys survive Mess with my family, I'll cut you and gut you and tie your hide Set you on fire and watch you burn alive