CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Live From The Heartland


*car engine starts*
*tires peel out*


Coming live from the Heartland, USA
Where dreams go to die and your friends get sent away (yea)
Working to survive, nine to five everyday
Spend your paycheck up at Walmart and Chick-Fil-A (woah)

Pull up in a Honda baby we ain't got the top down (nah)
Parking lot at Taco Bell, I need that mild sauce now (mild sauce)
You askin' a lot of questions, lookin' like a cop now (woo-woo)
Eat your chicken quesadilla baby girl and calm down (who dat)

Country boy with the flow, that's me (that's me)
Might rock cowboy boots and Supreme (and Supreme)
Might put a lift kit on my Jeep (on my Jeep)
Might buy me a can of Wintergreen (woah)

Might go crazy, 80, on the interstate-y *car speeds by*
Might just can F150, whip it like its a Mercedes *car breaks*
Might show up in camouflage with entourage, at VMA's *paparazzi flashes*
Oh my gosh it's Wavey Davey, yea he's back and misbehaving

I'm that young stunna (yea), I don't like no drama (woah)
She do what she wanna (yea), I do any genre (any of 'em)
It's feeling like a good ol' West Virginia summer (304)
Hit me if you got my number (brrrrr)


See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday
I'm a truck at a Main Street light (at a Main Street light)
Yea I'm the kid next door sitting on the front porch
Who grew up here all of his life (all of his life)

I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter
Tryn'a make it just as fast as I can (just as fast as I can)
I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin'
Coming live from this heartland (coming live)


I'm from a place not so far away in the U.S.A
Everday, we're either overworked or we're underpaid
We need benefits, vacation days, a 401k (yea)
And maternity leave, she got a baby on the way *baby crying*

See everybody knows your name 'round here ('round here)
But ain't nobody famous 'round here ('round here)
A bunch of John Does riding 'round on John Deere
Might move to Texas and become a cattle auctioneer 

Quarter, half, seventy-five, one, one twenty-five
One half, one seventy-five, who's gonna buy
Is it too high, going once, going two times
Sold to the man in the front with the Levis

Carhartt jacket and a peace sign
Myrtle Beach for a week got tee time
Boy I've known you since knee high
And now you see why 

I ain't sold my soul, I'm rock and roll
I'm on a roll, I'm out of control and now you know (now you know)
Pick a mean six string, got bars like soap (like soap)
And I dare y'all to tell me it ain't dope


See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday
I'm a truck at a Main Street light (at a Main Street light)
Yea I'm your friend next door sitting on the back porch
Handing you a cold can of Bud Light *beer can opening*

I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter
Tryn'a make it just as fast as I can (just as fast as I can)
I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin'
Coming live from this heartland