Any Other Way

I was raised in the middle of a small town In a Jesus comes first kinda house Where you didn't leave the dinner table till you cleaned your plate Yeah we grew our taters in the backyard Sweet iced tea from a mason jar It was the hardest thing that my Daddy ever drank We're a little old fashioned, a little out of style Too simple, too Country and way too proud Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make We don't call it a truck less it's four-wheel drive And food ain't food if it ain't fried Gon'be a little back woods and a step behind the pace But that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way Well my folks still live on the same piece of land Where they built our home brick by brick by hand With a little bit of help from some friends of my Grandpa I still wipe my feet and watch what I say Every time I step foot in that place Cause I'm never too old for Daddy's belt to lay down the law Yeah we're a little old fashioned, a little out of style Too simple, too Country and way too proud Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make We don't call it a truck less it's four-wheel drive And food ain't food if it ain't fried Gon'be a little back woods and a step behind the pace But that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way Oh the size of the fish, the dirt on your hands Dash on your tombstone is how we measure a man We're a little old fashioned, a little out of style Too simple, too Country and way too proud Of the red on our necks and the blue collar dollars we make We don't call it a truck less it's four-wheel drive And food ain't food if it ain't fried Gon'be a little back woods and a step behind the pace But that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah that's ok, I wouldn't have it any other way