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Live From The Heartland Lyrics - Artist : David Morris
[*car engine starts*]
[*tires peel out*] Comin' live from the Heartland, USA Where dreams go to die and your friends get sent away (Yeah) Working to survive, 9-to-5 everyday Spend your paycheck up at Walmart and Chick-Fil-A (whoa) Pull up in a Honda, baby, we ain't got the top down (nah) Parking lot at Taco Bell, I need that mild sauce now (mild sauce) You askin' a lot of questions, lookin' like a cop now (woo-woo) Eat your chicken quesadilla baby girl and calm down (who dat) Country boy with the flow, that's me (that's me) Might rock cowboy boots and Supreme (and Supreme) Might put a lift kit on my Jeep (on my Jeep) Might buy me a can of Wintergreen (whoa) Might go crazy, 80, on the interstate-y [*car speeds by*] Might just can F-150, whip it like its a Mercedes [*car breaks*] Might show up in camouflage with entourage, at VMA's [*paparazzi flashes*] Oh my gosh, it's Wavey Davey, yeah he's back and misbehaving I'm that young stunna (yeah), I don't like no drama (whoa) She do what she wanna (yeah), I do any genre (any of 'em) It's feeling like a good ol' West Virginia summer (304) Hit me if you got my number (brrrrr) See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday I'm a truck at a Main Street light (at a Main Street light) Yeah, I'm the kid next door sittin' on the front porch Who grew up here all of his life (all of his life) I said baby, I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter Tryna make it just as fast as I can (just as fast as I can) I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin' Coming live from this heartland (coming live) I'm from a place not so far away in the USA Every day, we're either overworked or we're underpaid We need benefits, vacation days, a 401k (yea) And maternity leave, she got a baby on the way [*baby crying*] See everybody knows your name 'round here ('round here) But ain't nobody famous 'round here ('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 (now you know) Pick a mean six string, got bars like soap (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 (at a Main Street light) Yeah, I'm your friend next door sittin' on the back porch Handing you a cold can of Bud Light [*beer can opening*] I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter Tryna make it just as fast as I can (just as fast as I can) I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin' Coming live from this heartland |
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