What I Claim

(álbum: Same Ol Same Ol - 2021)

I ain't the best singer or the best looking
Ain't got a plan to make people listen to me
Ain't no designer telling me what to wear
I hit Tractor Supply and get six of the same pair

My claim to fame is a story in a page
Marijuana and some thoughts written down to explain
From a day I lived and turned into a song
As I sat on a porch getting stoned at my farm

29 years old, I live in a dream
Big fancy tour bus and millions of streams
But I'm still in muddy water, way more than waist-deep
I love my hook bringing and I ain't a strange

That I claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain
And I claim the rebel flags, flying high off a young man's Scottsdale cab
And I claim every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos they still proud of
It ain't how I dress, naw it ain't how I sing, it's how I tell 'em what I claim

I'll never be another Johnny Cash
But I feel like him when I'm pissed-off mad
In one of my muscle cars going way too fast
Not worried if a deer even kills my ass

Then after a few miles, I quit being so wreckless
Light me up a roach while I'm listening to Elvis
Like a hound dog hanging out the window
Still holding my soul 'cause the devil can't get it

Yeah, music ain't money 'round here, no sir
It's the blood in her veins and a flag on the porch
Red with a blue circle holding three bright stars
In the 615, ask who we are

They'll say we claim the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain
Yeah, we claim the rebel flags, flying high off a young man's Scottsdale cab
And we claim every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos they still proud of
Yeah, it ain't how we dress, naw it ain't how we sing, it's how we tell 'em what we claim
And hell naw, we ain't ashamed

Hopefully, one day, long from now
Way in the future, when I'm underground
A rebel child will discover the sound
Of a Nashville-born, redneck loud-mouth

And say that he claimed the rednecks and everywhere that's out on a mountain
Yeah, he claimed the rebel flags, flying high off his truck and he didn't get scared
And he claimed every good ol' boy with homemade tattoos like he had on his arm
Yeah, it ain't how he dressed, and it ain't how he sang, it's how he told 'em what he claimed