There's sweet lines in the brims of all our ball caps
Copenhagen and a Red Bull in our trucks
Was the same blue jeans each night
Hit the porch and start a light
And at six am we're up and on the run
There's a truck bed full of beer cans and two knuckles full of scars
There's some good ol' boys that got your back down at the local bar
If your best friend is the only one that's allowed to whip your ass
And the only one that you could ever trust
You're one of us
We can sing you ever George Strait song from '80 to '95
We might drunk dial that old girlfriend after poker Friday night
Never run for public office 'cause that means we'd have to lie
We may look intimidatin' but you want us on you side
There's a truck bed full of beer cans and two knuckles full of scars
There's some good ol' boys that got your back down at the local bar
If your best friend is the only one that's allowed to whip your ass
And the only one that you could ever trust
You're one of us
You're one of us
If there's a Bible on your nightstand and some demons in your past
If there's a girl from you high school and you keen to get her back
If your boys just let it go 'cause when you said it you were drunk
If a business meetin' is the tailgate of your truck
Then you're one of us
You're one of us
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