What I Claim

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[Verse 1]
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I ain't the best singer or the best 
lookin'
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Ain't got a plan to make people 
listen to me
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Ain't no designer tellin' me what to
 wear
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I hit Tractor Supply and get six of 
the same pair
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My claim to fame is a story in a 
page
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Marijuana and some thoughts written 
down to explain
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From a day I lived and turned into a
 song
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As I sit on a porch gettin' stoned 
at my farm
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29 years old, out livin' in a dream
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Big fancy tour bus and millions of 
streams
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But I'm still in muddy water, way 
more than waist-deep
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I love my upbringin' and I ain't 
ashamed

[Chorus]
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That I claim the rednecks and 
everywhere that's out on a mountain
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And I claim the rеbel flags, flyin'
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 high off a young man's Scottsdale 
cab
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And I claim evеry good ol' boy with
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 homemade tattoos that he's still 
proud of
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It ain't how I dress, naw it ain't
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 how I sing
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It's how I tell 'em what I claim
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[Verse 2]
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There'll never be another Johnny 
Cash
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But I feel like him when I'm 
pissed-off mad
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In one of my muscle cars goin' way 
too fast
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Not worried if a deer even kills my 
ass
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Then after a few miles, I quit bein'
 so wreckless
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Light me up a roach while I'm 
listenin' to Elvis
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Like a hound dog hangin' out the 
window
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Still holdin' my soul 'cause the 
devil can't get it
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Yeah, music ain't money 'round here,
 no sir
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It's the blood in our veins and a 
flag on the porch
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Red with a blue circle, holdin' 
three bright stars
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In the 615, ask who we are

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

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

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