[ Featuring Thomas Rhett ]
There ain't nothin' out here but dogs in the yard
And a couple John Deeres, some fallin' down barns
Yeah, it's pretty damn clear like lightning in a jar
If you passed it on the interstate, I bet you'd say
There ain't nothin' out here, there ain't a skyline
If you seen it from a Learjet, I bet you'd ask why
Anybody down there would wanna live and die
Somewhere you gotta be lost to go, but they don't know
We alright with that out-of-touch label
Turn that dirt into what's on the table
And we don't need no shiny good time
We're fine with a county line kinda cold beer
Keep those dust-covered, rusted trucks running
You kissed on the bus, now you're raising up youngins
All you're gonna find windin' through the country
Is some middle-of-nowhere folks
Makin' somethin' outta nothin' out here
Yeah, it ain't nothin' out here to wake up with the sun
Throw your get-'er-done in gear, don't quit until it's done
Thank the man upstairs that gave you what you got
May not look like a lot outside lookin' in
Oh, but then again
We alright with that out-of-touch label
Turn that dirt into what's on the table
And we don't need no shiny good time
We're fine with a county line kinda cold beer
Keep those dust-covered, rusted trucks running
You kissed on the bus, now you're raising up youngins
All you're gonna find windin' through the country
Is some middle-of-nowhere folks
Makin' somethin' outta nothin' out here
Might live a little different out here
Might be a little simple, little slow like people say
But at the end of the day
We alright with that out-of-touch label
We turn that dirt into what's on the table
We don't need no shiny good time
We're fine with a county line kinda cold beer
Keep those dust-covered, rusted trucks running
You kissed on the bus, now you're raising up youngins
All you're gonna find windin' through the country
Is some middle-of-nowhere folks
Makin' somethin' outta nothin' out here (woo)
Yeah, we're all makin' somethin' outta nothin' out here
All makin' somethin' outta nothin' out here
