I’m from the dirt roads of 200 person towns.
From the bed of a Chevy truck.
I’m from the farming hands of a working man.

I’m from Friday night football.
From 6:00am workouts.
I’m from Sunday mornings in the house of God.

I’m from bacon in the frying pan.
From chickens roaming out back.
I’m from Trout in the creek.

I’m from shotguns above the fireplace.
From deer antlers made into chandeliers.
I’m from Ron taking me fishing.

I’m from mud caked on truck doors
From Hank blaring on the radio
I’m from gawking at the night time stars.

I’m from Veterans honored.
From the American Flag raised
I’m from pain, is weakness leaving the body.