A D A D
I know where I come from, how bout you
A D A D
I don’t need baggy clothes or rings in my nose to be cool
A D A D
The scars on my knuckles match the scuffs on these cowboy boots
A D A
And there’s a whole lot more like me, how bout you
I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top…How bout you?
I ain’t got no blue blood trust fund I can dip into.
Yeah I wish uncle Sam would dive a damn about the man
whose collar is blue.
But if he don’t hell i’ll make it on my own…How bout you?
Chorus:
G
How bout you
D A
Do you feel the way I Do
G D A
To tell the truth I think we’re the chosen few
G D A
But that’s just me…How bout you
