If you've met me, then you've met my old man

He'll look you in your eyes and shake your hand

Where I'm from, what I believe

Might as well be on my sleeve

And you don't have to wonder who I am

It ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots

Hear this drawl when I talk to you

Son, as soon as I pull up there's no denyin'

That sacred ground stuck in my tread

The red that's right there on my neck

Hell, there ain't no use in me tryin' to fight it

It ain't like I can hide it

There's a farm with a flag and a barn on a gravel road

And a swing on the porch of the house that I call home

That's where this boy became a man

You might wonder where I stand

But if you've been there, hell, you already know

'Cause it ain't like you can't see these old worn-out boots

Hear this drawl when I talk to you

Son, as soon as I pull up there's no denyin'

That sacred ground stuck in my tread

The red that's right there on my neck

Hell, there ain't no use in me tryin' to fight it

It ain't like I can hide it

It ain't like I can hide it

No, I can't hide the skoal ring in my blue jeans

Hide the small town in my blood

Hide the country, there's just some things

that you can't cover up

It ain't like you can't see these old worn out boots

Hear this drawl when I talk to you

Son, as soon as I pull up there's no denying

That sacred ground stuck in my tread

The red that's right there on my neck

Hell, there ain't no use in me tryin' to fight it

It ain't like I can hide it

It ain't like I can hide it

It ain't like I can hide it, no