how bout you lyrics – eric church

i know where i come from:
how ’bout you?
i don’t need baggy clothes,
or rings in my nose to be cool.
the scars on my knuckles,
match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
an’ there’s a whole lot more like me:
how ’bout you?

i punch the clock tryin’ to make it to the top:
how ’bout you?
i ain’t got no blue-blood trust fund,
i can dip in to.
yeah, i wish uncle sam would give a d*mn,
about the man who’s collar’s blue.
but if he don’t, h*ll, i’ll make it on my own:
how ’bout you?

an’ how ’bout you?
do you feel the way i do?
to tell the truth,
i think we’re the chosen few.
but that’s just me:
how ’bout you?

i still say: “yes, ma’am” to my momma:
how ’bout you?
if i shake your hand, look you in the eye,
you can bet your *ss, it’ll be the truth.
i cover my heart with my hat,
when they fly that red, white and blue,
just like my daddy taught me:
how ’bout you?

an’ how ’bout you?
do you feel the way i do?
to tell the truth,
i think we’re the chosen few.
but that’s just me:
well, how ’bout you?

i like my country rockin’,
how ’bout you?
just put me on a stage, man,
turn it up an’ i’ll turn it loose.
yeah, give me a crowd that’s redneck an’ loud,
we’ll raise the roof.
h*ll, i might just stay all night long.

how ’bout you?
do you feel the way i do?
to tell the truth,
i think we’re the chosen few.
an’ how ’bout you?
do you feel the way i do?
’cause, man, i know where i come from:
how ’bout you?

/ eric church lyrics