Takin' Country Back

Tired of living with these city big-wig pretty boys
Put a muzzle on the mouth of a blue-collar man's voice
Am I the only one who sees a problem in that?
So, this one man who runs that radio
Pull up a seat, relax, and just take notes
'Cause I'm about to spit some facts

And lucky pig, no, talk that shit
But these watered-down lyrics just ain't it, man
And I don't see callouses on your hands
Well I guess Luke didn't get his point across
When he asked for a little bit of outlaw
So this time, boy, we ain't gonna ask
We're taking country back

And all you greedy white-collars, only seen' dollar signs
You don't give a damn 'bout the guy chasing white lines
What happened to saving someone's soul?
And honestly I don't know how you sleep at night
You take these kids and bleed their dreams dry
And y'all get rich while they're doing all the work

And lucky pig, no, talk that shit
But these watered-down lyrics just ain't it, man
And I don't see callouses on your hands
Well I guess Luke didn't get his point across
When he asked for a little bit of outlaw
So this time, boy, we ain't gonna ask
We're taking country back

And I guess probably songs for struggling folks
Ain't good enough for the radio
Well that's just fine
'Cause I'm blue-collar 'til I die!

And lucky pig, no, talk that shit
But these watered-down lyrics just ain't it, man
And I don't see callouses on your hands
Well I guess Luke didn't get his point across
When he asked for a little bit of outlaw
So this time, boy, we ain't gonna ask
We're taking country back
We're taking this motherfucker back (haha!)