Grandpa's down

By the two lane

In the blazing sun

Or pouring rain

Sells tomatoes

From the back

Of his pickup truck

Reads the bible line for line

While sipping on

Some homeade wine

That's who he is

And what he does

He's just like us

My dad's got

A crippled hand

A casualty of vietnam

But he's still down

At the sawmill every day

Oh and first thing

'fore the break of dawn

Mama's got his eggs

And coffee on

My whole life

It's been that way

We come from

Back in the hollers

We got sweat

On our blue collars

The living's hard

But the living's good

You see god sent

The heavens down

And hung 'em 'round

My neck of the woods

Just as sure as the river flows

We take care of our own

Step right up when someone needs a friend

Last year on the johnson farm

A fire wiped out the house and barn

The whole town showed up

To build 'em back again, all right

We come from

Back in the hollers

We got sweat

On our blue collars

The living's hard

But the living's good

You see god sent

The heavens down

And hung 'em 'round

My neck of the woods

We come from

Back in the hollers

We got sweat

On our blue collars

The living's hard

But the living's good

You see god sent

The heavens down

And hung 'em 'round

My neck of the woods