Middle of Nowhere Class
Lyrics
We're the blink and you'll miss it, blue collar kind
Got our name on the tank, clothes on the line
We work like a dog 'til Friday at five
Put twenty in the truck, twelve on ice
And our IGA ain't got no IPA
We drink Bud Heavy
At the bowlin' alley down the road
We drive fix-'er-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class
We're the cheap seats singin' along with the band
Keepin' that beat on a Copenhagen can
We're the take off our hats, hands on our hearts
Wishin' on a Texaco star
Drinkin' Bud Heavy
At the bowlin' alley down the road
We drive fix-'er-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class
Oh, nowhere class
Out here in the middle of nowhere
The middle of nowhere class
Out here in the middle of nowhere
Middle of nowhere class
We drink Bud Heavy
At the bowlin' alley down the road
We drive fix-'er-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class
Oh, come on, Gordo
Yeah, we drink Bud Heavy
At the bowlin' alley down the road
We drive old fix-'em-up, beat-'em-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class
Writer(s): Drew Parker, Driver Williams, Erik Dylan Anderson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
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