[Verse 1] We'd wake up, put our boots on And head straight to that hayfield On that no cab tractor sweatin' every summer We'd lace up our cleats And put on our helmets twice a day Even though that farmers bank sign said a hundred [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, we worked out in the dirt It didn't matter how much sweat was on our shirt [Chorus] We did it...Learn More

I don’t know where I can find the finest wine in town And I don’t know where the velvet rope unhooks for the uptown crowd Don’t know the name of the restaurant where they valet park your ride But I know where to buy ice-cold beer Where to tear up a Friday night cause I got the keys to the country Sittin’ in my F350 I know where to park way out in...Learn More