10 Good Ol’ Way

Gas and the tank mud on the tires Pickups humming like a gospel choir Back row twisting past the silo light Sun going down but we're feeling right Bailed some hay and earned this ride Working hands but a heart full of pride Tailgate drop size chest clanks Living this life like the good Lord thanks Oh, we were raised on the good old way Friday night lights and fish fry plates Dusty boots in a field of grace Where the stars shine loud and the beer tastes great Hard work, good friends and poor swing songs Fireflies dancing to the radio on promises grace daddy says go taught me right from wrong and to take it slow unless you're racing on a plowed uphill with a girl in your arm and a need for thrill bonfires burning the stories flow from football wins to old john doe we toast to love we toast to land and we still believe in a firm hand raised on the good old way friday night lights and fish fry plates dusty boots and a field of grace where the stars shine Tastes great, hard work, good friends, and poor, swaying songs. Five flies dancing to the radio, oh. Oh, we were raised on the good old way Son of start to them church buffet days Kids in the creek and dogs in the hay If you know then you know that's a good old way No shame and dirt, no fear and sweat We got the kind of love you don't forget So raise that glass and let it stay We're proud to live