Grandpa's down   By the two lane   In the blazing sun   Or pouring rain   Sells tomatoes   From the back   Of his pickup truck   Reads the Bible line for line   While sipping on   Some homemade wine      That's who he is   And what he does   He's just like us      My Dad's got   A crippled hand   A casualty of Vietnam   But he's still down   At the sawmill every day   Oh, and first thing   'Fore the break of dawn   Mama's got his eggs   And coffee on   My whole life   It's been that way      We come from   Back in the hollers   We got sweat   On our blue collars   The living's hard   But the living's good   You see God sent   The heavens down   And hung 'em 'round   My neck of the woods      Just as sure as the river flows   We take care of our own   Step right up when someone needs a friend      Last year on the Johnson farm   A fire wiped out the house and barn   The whole town showed up   To build 'em back again, all right      We come from   Back in the hollers   We got sweat   On our blue collars   The living's hard   But the living's good   You see God sent   The heavens down   And hung 'em 'round   My neck of the woods      --- Instrumental ---      We come from   Back in the hollers   We got sweat   On our blue collars   The living's hard   But the living's good   You see God sent   The heavens down   And hung 'em 'round   My neck of the woods      You see God sent   The heavens down   And hung 'em 'round   My neck of the woods      Yea...