Hey Mr. Sir I'm having trouble
Finding words to say
It must be real hard sitting there
All day pushing play
I see your finding plenty of time
Talking down about the little man
Well starting right now I'm putting my foot down
Because you damn sure don't understand, what it's like
To be grinding your life away out on the road
Singing in empty dive bars to make 50 bucks a show
We can't all start on top but apparently your'e already there
Be humble, talk to Jesus, and show the little man you care
It's kinda humorous
Because of your young ignorance
I ended up in internet jail
Taking up for my people, you know
The wanna be's and no bodies and i got no bail
You'll know this is for you
About the time you start singing along
The asshole in you brought out the writer in me
And now I'm singing this country, all night long
And I'm grinding my life away out on the road
Singing in packed out dance-halls playing 4 hour shows
We can't all start out at the top but apparently your'e already there
Be humble, talk to Jesus, and show the little man you care
Grinding my life away out on the road
Headlining sold out arenas by now I'm sure you know
We all can't start out on top but apparently your already there
Be humble, talk to Jesus, and show the little man you care
Show the little man you care