I live off crumpled dollars from an old pickle jar
I live off what I'm growing in the back of the yard
Folgers hot in the morning
Sun shining on my double wide
I live off seven hours with a dog in the bed
I live off of them letters written in crimson red
Sunday talks with my mama
Porch picking and my chicken fried
I live off a back road in a small town story
Like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, aw yeah
I live off of a good man's loving
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breathe to my last "Y'all"
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
I live off swapping stories with some friends 'round a fire
I live off gassing up and getting mud on the tires
Bourbon on Sonic ice
And a damn good country song
I live off a back road in a small town story
Like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, aw yeah
I live off of a good man's loving
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breathe to my last "Y'all"
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
Well, I'ma live it up and pass it down
Till they lay me in the ground
I live off a back road in a small town story
Like my daddy before me and his daddy before that
I live off a hard day's work, penny saved, penny earned
Just to keep this shirt on my back, aw yeah
I live off of a good man's loving
With tough in his blood and a heart of pure gold
From the very first breath I breathe to my last "Y'all"
I ain't ever gonna turn the way I live off
I'ma turn the way I live off
Never turn the way I live off
I'ma turn the way I live off
Never
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