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 the scuffs on these cowboy boots

And there's a whole lot more like me

How 'bout you?

I punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top

How 'bout you?

I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund I can dip into

Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn

About the man whose 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 Momma

How 'bout you?

If I shake your hand, look you in the eye

You can bet your ass it'll be the truth

I cover my heart with my hat

When they fly that red, white and blue

Just like my Daddy taught me

How 'bout you?

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 redneckin' loud

And we'll raise the roof

Hell, I might just stay all night long

How 'bout you?

Do you feel the way I do?

To tell the truth

I think we're the chosen few

How 'bout you?

Do you feel the way I do?

'Cause man, I know where I come from

How 'bout you?