[Verse 1]
I ain't the best singer or the best lookin'
I ain't got a plan to make people listen to me
Ain't no designer tellin' me what to wear
I hit Tractor Supply and get six of the same pair
My claim to fame is a story in a page
Marijuana and some thoughts written down to explain
From a day I lived and turned into a song
As I sat on a porch, gettin' stoned at my farm
[Pre-Chorus]
Twenty-nine years old, out livin' in a dream
Big fancy tour bus and millions of streams
But I'm still in muddy water, way more than waist-deep
I love my upbringin' and I ain't ashamed
[Chorus]
That I claim the rednecks
In every "Wherе is that?" town on the map
And I claim the rebеl flags
Flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab
And I claim every good ol' boy
With homemade tattoos that he's still proud of
It ain't how I dress, naw, it ain't how I sing
It's how I tell 'em what I claim
I ain't the best singer or the best lookin'
I ain't got a plan to make people listen to me
Ain't no designer tellin' me what to wear
I hit Tractor Supply and get six of the same pair
My claim to fame is a story in a page
Marijuana and some thoughts written down to explain
From a day I lived and turned into a song
As I sat on a porch, gettin' stoned at my farm
[Pre-Chorus]
Twenty-nine years old, out livin' in a dream
Big fancy tour bus and millions of streams
But I'm still in muddy water, way more than waist-deep
I love my upbringin' and I ain't ashamed
[Chorus]
That I claim the rednecks
In every "Wherе is that?" town on the map
And I claim the rebеl flags
Flyin' high off a young man's Scottsdale cab
And I claim every good ol' boy
With homemade tattoos that he's still proud of
It ain't how I dress, naw, it ain't how I sing
It's how I tell 'em what I claim
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