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Still Lyrics - Artist : Curtis Grimes
Broken ball cap, worn out boots
Leatherbound King James, Redneck roots Browning 243 rifle, Zebco 33 rod and reel That's who I am, still American made, homegrown proud Old school country, new school crowd Raised up in a small town grounded On blue collar dollar bills That's who I am, still This whole world spinning round like a top Ain't throwing me off anytime real soon Cause there's something 'bout sticking to your guns While everybody's singing a different tune Yeah change will come and go But you know I'm settled in digging the fields Of who I am, still You know it don't matter, if all my hopes and dreams Take off flying on silver wings Just my father's son like the one on Calvary's hill Is all I am, still Yeah the world spinning round like a top Ain't throwing me off anytime real soon Cause there's something 'bout sticking to your guns While everybody's singing a different tune Yeah change will come and go But you know I'm settled in digging the fields Of who I am, still You can blame it on my grandaddy's past Down through my daddy's ride and rebel stubborn will For who I am, still Yeah that's who I am |
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