Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight
tryna make some old scars bleed
Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy
or a girl from Ohio

They tell me I can sell my soul
for a dream and a couple shows
I don't think they understand how deep loyalty goes
For some boys I got in a barn
we built out of pure Douglas fir
Badly written songs next to horses' shit
is what an Okie boy prefers

Go on and tell me what you wanna
While me and mine do what we're gonna
You can keep your name and burn the cash
Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask

I feel I've lived a thousand lives
just to get right where I am
Some hurtful words and some Pabst on ice
turn a child into a man
We started this thing grinnin' boys, I think we've gotta run
The radio man came to fuck it up
as he boasts about number ones

Go on and tell me what you wanna
While me and mine do what we're gonna
You can keep your name and burn the cash
Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask

Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight
tryna make some old scars bleed
Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy
or a girl from Ohio