Broken Windshield View

x2 I grew up here where there aint much blacktop, The headlights on the interstate dont stop. Any man worth his weight plows a straight row, And all the money is the grain in the silo. Theres just enough home grown pretty girls, Growin up around here that like to sip cold beer. Its a blink and you miss it kinda town, * The kind of place that makes the world go round. My wheels have rolled all this red dirt, My hands have got scars from the hard work. Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts, Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue. Im out here ridin high on a lift kit, I see the world through a crack where a rock hit. I am who I am, I do what I do, * Lookin at life from a broken windshield view. A truck beds got a half roll of barbed wire, A bail of hay and a patched up spare tire. Cross on a chain hangin from a rear view, Fifth in a brown paper sack packing 80 proof. A sun droppin off into that cornfield, Thunderhead lightning comin right behind it. These two lane roads aint paved in gold, * Man flying gravels all I know. My wheels have rolled all this red dirt, My hands have got scars from the hard work. Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts, Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue. Im out here ridin high on a lift kit, I see the world through a crack where a rock hit. I am who I am, I do what I do, Lookin at life from a broken windshield view. Yeah, cmon Yeah its just a blink and you miss it kind of town, * The kind of place that makes the world go round. My wheels have rolled all this red dirt, My hands have got scars from the hard work. Me and my friends unwind on the outskirts, Our Friday nights might get a little black and blue. Im out here ridin high on a lift kit, I see the world through a crack where a rock hit. I am who I am, I do what I do, Lookin at life from a broken windshield view. I am who I am, I do what I do, * Lookin at life from a broken windshield view. From a broken windshield view Yeah * = Strum Once