Fancy cars and diamond rings,
I seen all kinds of shiny
You tuck me in,
Turn out the light
Kept me safe and
I've been walking up and down this road
Missing something,
Just a single mom raisin up the kids
Little Tommy's seven
Saw you at the football games, everybody knew your name
Once
I grew up on Jones and Tammy Wynette
Blue collar dollars
Old man knocked on my front door
With a teenage
I can be a rock-hardheaded fool
Stubborn as a two dollar
Sometimes I catch myself staring
When you don't know I'm looking
I
Out on the highway the traffic's congested
The streets are infested
I'm American made, apple pie, Chevrolet
My momma taught me wrong
Shootin' at a beer can on a fence post
Drivin' to