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.  Yeah, 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?