Jesus Loving American Guy (Limp Wrist)

Seems like everybody knows how to live

Get a nine-to-five, a little front porch, and two-point-five kids

Back home, if you ain't married by twenty-two

Something's gotta be wrong with you

So I hit the sky with a one-way ticket and never looked back

With a thousand bucks, two suitcases, and a plan of attack

Runnin' from the person they wanted me to be

I didn't want to be anyone other than me

Well, I can drink a beer, shoot a deer, and pick a fight too

I'm not like those fake outlaws they're sellin' you

The boys who pushed me into walls in junior high

Callin' themselves Jesus-lovin' American guys

I've got a message for those hypocrites

I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist

New York took me in and knocked me down

But it beat the hell out of stickin' around that little old town

Where if you ain't the traditional family man

You're on your own, makin' up your life's plan

Well, I can drink a beer, shoot a deer, and pick a fight too

But I'm not like those fake outlaws they're sellin' you

The boys who pushed me into walls in junior high

Callin' themselves Jesus-lovin' American guys

I've got a message for those hypocrites

I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist

Whatcha makin' up for with your hyper masculine game?

Overcompensatin' to cover up some secret sissy shame

You good old boys keep talkin' like you're goin' to war

Well, you just might be 'cause I'm not takin' your shit anymore

Well, I can drink a beer, shoot a deer, and pick a fight too

I'm not like those fake outlaws they're sellin' you

The boys who pushed me into walls in junior high

Callin' themselves Jesus-lovin' American guys

I've got a message for those hypocrites

I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist

I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist