American Grown Upchurch

[Intro]
(I ain't even gotta say it you should already know)
(I'm American grown)

[Verse 1]
Straight out the field just like a child of the corn
I had a fuckin' attitude on the night I was born
I grew up runnin' these roads until my feet turned black
And I discovered Kid Rock in my mama's Pontiac
When I was 10 years old I thought I was Evel Knievel
Even painted my helmet with some paint that my Paw Paw needed
I put a RC Cola can in the back of my bike tire
Sounded like a motorcycle 'bout to drive through some fire

[Chorus]
Long hair with a mouth full of Beech-Nut red
Mickey Thompsons still hummin' on 30% tread
American flag in the back startin' to rip away
But the colors of big brother won't ever fade
Because my guns stay loaded, deer meat stays froze
Got four-wheel drive for when the south gets cold
I ain't even gotta say it you should already know
I'm American grown

[Verse 2]
American grown like pot plants in a pinewood box
Yeah, American tough like Ford trucks on assembly lines
I'm American dreamin' until the work starts on Monday
American drinkin' cases of Coors on a Sunday
Yeah, I take shit from the left until I gotta swing right hooks
You can tell where I stand just by the way that I write hooks
Yeah, I'm the son of the south but I'm a man of the whole land
If you spit on my freedom you can get caught with these old hands