Some are big city born with a silver spoon
Some are military raised red, white and blue
Some are Pittsburgh factory, Detroit steel
Some are third generation cotton fields
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
I'm the mud up the side of a Chevrolet
I'm a football team on a license plate
I'm a camouflaged deer stand at 5AM
A calloused hand son and damn proud of it
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A mom and pop quick shop, church and a courthouse
That's my, yeah, that's my
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline (my bloodline)
(My bloodline)
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Some are big city born with a silver spoon
Some are military raised red, white and blue
Some are Pittsburgh factory, Detroit steel
Some are third generation cotton fields
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
I'm the mud up the side of a Chevrolet
I'm a football team on a license plate
I'm a camouflaged deer stand at 5AM
A calloused hand son and damn proud of it
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A mom and pop quick shop, church and a courthouse
That's my, yeah, that's my
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline (my bloodline)
(My bloodline)
Some are military raised red, white and blue
Some are Pittsburgh factory, Detroit steel
Some are third generation cotton fields
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
I'm the mud up the side of a Chevrolet
I'm a football team on a license plate
I'm a camouflaged deer stand at 5AM
A calloused hand son and damn proud of it
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A mom and pop quick shop, church and a courthouse
That's my, yeah, that's my
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That's my, my bloodline (my bloodline)
(My bloodline)
Writer: Django Walker, Josh Hoge, Randy Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC