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 these scuffs on these cowboy boots.   An' 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 in to.   Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn,   About the man who's collar's blue.   But if he don't, hell, I'll make it on my own:   How 'bout you?      An' 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?      An' 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:   Well, how 'bout you?      I like my country rockin':   How 'bout you?   Just put me on a stage, man,   Turn it up an' I'll turn it loose.   Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud,   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.   An' how 'bout you?   Do you feel the way I do?   'Cause, man, I know where I come from:   How 'bout you?