David Adam Byrnes - Any Other Way Lyrics

I was raised in the middle of a small town
In a Jesus comes first kinda house
Where you didn't leave the dinner table till you cleaned your plate
Yeah we grew our taters in the backyard
Sweet iced tea from a mason jar
It was the hardest thing that my Daddy ever drank

We're a little old fashioned, a little out of style
Too simple, too Country and way too proud
Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make
We don't call it a truck less it's four-wheel drive
And food ain't food if it ain't fried
Gon'be a little back woods and a step behind the pace
But that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way

Well my folks still live on the same piece of land
Where they built our home brick by brick by hand
With a little bit of help from some friends of my Grandpa
I still wipe my feet and watch what I say
Every time I step foot in that place
Cause I'm never too old for Daddy's belt to lay down the law

Yeah we're a little old fashioned, a little out of style
Too simple, too Country and way too proud
Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make
We don't call it a truck less it's four-wheel drive
And food ain't food if it ain't fried
Gon'be a little back woods and a step behind the pace
But that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way

Oh the size of the fish, the dirt on your hands
Dash on your tombstone is how we measure a man

We're a little old fashioned, a little out of style
Too simple, too Country and way too proud
Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make
We don't call it a truck less it's four-wheel drive
And food ain't food if it ain't fried
Gon'be a little back woods and a step behind the pace
But that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way

Yeah that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way