Bloodline

He likes his, coffee black first thing in the mornin'

A cup or two usually, gets him goin'

Then he puts on his boots and cranks up, that old '79

Weatherman says there's a a storm warnin'

Well, he pulls down his hat and keeps his wheels a rollin'

Chasin' the dreams of a back forty kind of life

'Cause his claim to fame is a last name

On a dead end county road sign

He's got, callused hands and a callused heart

And that suits him just fine

Makin' it day-to-day, workin' his life away

Tryin' to find a little piece of mind

Whoa, but that's his bloodline

There's a chair on a porch that his grandaddy left him

Where he sits and ponders on, when things were different

When a man could keep what he earned with a little help from above

It's gettin' harder to make ends meet in the middle

Sellin' his life away, little by a little

But there's somethin' inside him that says, boy, you don't ever give up

'Cause his claim to fame is a last name

On a dead end county road sign

Yeah, he's a dyin' breed and every day it seems

He's only runnin' out of time

Makin' it day-to-day, workin' his life away

Tryin' to find a little piece of mind

Whoa, but that's his bloodline

Yeah, it gets kinda tough sometimes around that blue collar

Holdin' onto his dreams and chasing down another dollar

Hey, his claim to fame is a last name

On a dead end county road sign

And when he's dead and gone, he's gotta carry on

And the wounds he's gotta have behind

Makin' it day-to-day, workin' his life away

Tryin' to find a little piece of mind

Whoa, but that's his bloodline

Till it's carved on a stone all alone beneath the Georgia pines

That's his bloodline