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standard american - gunnar & the grizzly boys lyrics

[verse 1]
he k!lled what he ate and brewed what he drank
listened to coe, jerry reed, and hank
a bear of a man, hardly left the woods
a six foot four, solid rock when he stood
he’d hunt with a hatchet and his own bare hands
refused welfare, only lived off the land
drove an ’87 dodge, straight pipes out the back
stocked his house with white-tail racks
he’s a rebel, a redneck, grew up in the sticks
a standard american son’b-tch

[verse 2]
his shirt says ralph but his real name’s fred
got grease on his hands and sweat on his head
pants oil black and arms are scarred
and knuckles more busted than his credit card
spends weekdays working under the hood
he’s got mouths to feed and he knows he should
come friday at five he’ll collect that pay
pop a top on a cold one at the end of the day
he’s blue collar, a sinner, he can’t decide which
a standard american son’b-tch

[chorus]
you can call me a redneck, call me a hick
say i’m a drunk, messed up just a bit
but the flag i fly’s got the stars and stripes
test my freedom, i’ll be down for a fight
we’re the backbone, blue collar
working, trying to earn a dollar
hurts, but it feeds our kids
standard american son’b-tch

[verse 3]
he drives a peterbilt with eighteen wheels
the icc hot on his heels
running them roads since age eighteen
ain’t a city limit sign that he hasn’t seen
grinding them gears, heading down the line
he’s enslaved to the law, the law and time
make it home for two day’s sleep
then it’s back to his c-ckpit and air ride seat
he’s a driver, a highway man
loves his woman and two kids
a standard american son’b-tch

[verse 4]
he ain’t heard too good since ’67
flew a chopper named the stairway to heaven
got an m16, hacks up black tar
vietnam plates on the back of his car
he don’t talk too much and he don’t waste words
when he does you d-mn sure better know he’s heard
a ponytail, little thin up top
rolls his own for ten cents a pop
he’s a soldier, a veteran, beat up a bit
a standard american son’b-tch

[outro]
country boys survive
mess with my family, i’ll cut you and gut you and tie your hide
set you on fire and watch you burn alive

- gunnar the grizzly boys lyrics

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