Still Here

We're red clay Alabama, map dot Arkansas

We're oil field Oklahoma and wheat field Wichita

We're a thousand miles of two-lane

And in them forgotten courthouse squares

Might be a little behind the times, but we ain't going nowhere

We're still here, holding it down

In them little ole middle-of-nowhere towns

Still tough, steel-toed

Still raising 'em up on them old dirt roads

Still tractors and trucks, and sundown dust on an ice-cold beer

The world might've forgotten about us, but we're still here

We're rusted gooseneck hitches, smoke from a paper mill

We're cotton in the ditches, a hard-earned dollar bill

We're dyed diesel on a bonfire, a burnt-out Texaco sign

Tucked back in some neck of the woods

Yeah, we might be hard to find

But we're still here, holding it down

In them little ole middle-of-nowhere towns

Still tough, steel-toed

Still raising 'em up on them old dirt roads

Still tractors and trucks, and sundown dust on an ice-cold beer

The world might've forgotten about us, but we're still here

Yeah, California cowboys, Indiana gold

South Georgia plowboys and West Virginia coal

And we're still here, holding it down

In them little ole middle-of-nowhere towns

Still tough, steel-toed

Still raising 'em up on them old dirt roads

Still tractors and trucks, and sundown dust on an ice-cold beer

The world might've forgotten about us, but we're still here

Oh, we're still here