White knuckles on a hammer, out swingin' in the sun, I've been there

On a tractor in the summer, sweat rollin' down the back of that shirt

You work your ass off for a dollar, puttin' new wrinkles on a blue collar

Hoe-in the row y'all, till the weekend then we really start kickin' up dirt.

Keepin' our boots on american throttle, drinkin' our beer from american bottles

Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with america muscle.

Gimme some blacktop so I can spread them wing on the hood of that trans am

And a sweet thing ridin' shottie, that's why god made the open road.

Keepin' our boots on american throttle, drinkin' our beer from american bottles

Grippin' the wheel with some white in your knuckles and ridin' around in american muscle.

Yeah, we make it, we spend it, we love it, we live it we see what we want, we go get it.

Hey mr. fender, thanks for the memories, you set the world on fire with six strings

We got 'em plugged in, we got 'em turned up, from garages to the madison square.

Keepin' our boots on american throttle, drinkin' our beer from american bottles

Gimme some stevie, some double trouble, rockin' the house with american muscle.

Keepin' our boots on american throttle, drinkin' our beer from american bottles

Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with american muscle

American muscle.