Grandpa's down
By the two lane
In the blazing sun

Or pouring rain
Sells tomatoes
From the back

Of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for line
While sipping on

Some homeade wine

That's who he is

And what he does
He's just like us


My Dad's got
A crippled hand
A casualty of Vietnam

But he's still down
At the sawmill every day
Oh and first thing

'Fore the break of dawn
Mama's got his eggs
And coffee on


My whole life
It's been that way


We come from
Back in the hollers

We got sweat
On our blue collars
The living's hard

But the living's good
You see God sent
The heavens down

And hung 'em 'round
My neck of the woods


Just as sure as the river flows
We take care of our own
Step right up when someone needs a friend


Last year on the Johnson farm
A fire wiped out the house and barn

The whole town showed up
To build 'em back again, all right


We come from
Back in the hollers
We got sweat

On our blue collars
The living's hard
But the living's good

You see God sent
The heavens down
And hung 'em 'round

My neck of the woods

We come from

Back in the hollers
We got sweat
On our blue collars

The living's hard
But the living's good
You see God sent

The heavens down
And hung 'em 'round
My neck of the woods