The Heartland

Coming live from the Heartland, USA

Where dreams go to die and your friends get sent away

Working to survive, 9 to 5 everyday

Spend your paycheck up at Walmart and Chick-Fil-A

Pull up in a Honda baby we ain't got the top down

Parking lot at Taco Bell, I need that mild sauce now

You askin' a lot of questions, lookin' like a cop now

Eat your chicken quesadilla baby girl and calm down

Country Boy with the flow, that's me

Might rock cowboy boots and Supreme

Might put a lift kit on my Jeep

Might buy me a can of Wintergreen

Might go crazy, 80, on the interstatey

Might just can F150, whip it like its a Mercedes

Might show up in camouflage, with entourage, at VMA's

Oh my gosh it's Wavey Davey, yea he's back and misbehaving

I'm that young stunna, I don't like no drama

She do what she wanna, I do any genre

It's feeling like a good ol' West Virginia summer

Hit me if you got my number

See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday

I'm a truck at a main street light

Yea I'm the kid next door sitting on the front porch

Who grew up here all of his life

I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up all-nighter

Tryn'a make it just as fast as I can

I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin'

Coming live from this heartland

I'm from a place not so far away in the U.S.A

Everday, we're either overworked or we're underpaid

We need benefits, vacation days, a 401k

And maternity leave, she got a baby on the way

See everybody knows your name 'round here

But ain't nobody famous 'round here

A bunch of John Does riding 'round on John Deere

Might move to Texas and become a cattle auctioneer

Quarter, half, seventy-five, one, one twenty-five

One half, one seventy-five, who's gonna buy

Is it too high, going once, going two times

Sold to the man in the front with the Levis

Carhartt jacket and a peace sign

Myrtle Beach for a week got tee time

Boy I've known you since knee high

And now you see why

I ain't sold my soul, I'm rock and roll

I'm on a roll, I'm out of control and now you know

Pick a mean six string, got bars like soap

And I dare y'all to tell me it ain't dope

See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday

I'm a truck at a main street light

Yea I'm your friend next door sitting on the back porch

Handing you a cold can of Bud Light

I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter

Tryn'a make it just as fast as I can

I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin'

Coming live from this heartland