They all said I wouldn't amount to nothin'
But I know a thing or two about a thing or two, yeah
Ain't gonna tell it all but I'll tell you somethin'
'Cause there's a lot of things they don't teach in school
I got my higher education
Good ol' boy, bad reputation
School of hard knocks with a 4.0
Learnin' how to rock, learnin' how to roll
That homegrown into paper
Just a minor with a major
In hell raisin' low expectations
From a higher education
Well, I learned cigarettes go good with whiskey
And old guys know the best jokes at the bar (Aw, tell 'em about it, Kid)
Don't pass up on a chance to smoke with Willie (You know I would never, brother)
And pretty girls like guys that play guitar (Yes, they do)
I got my higher education
Good ol' boy, bad reputation
School of hard knocks with a 4.0
Learnin' how to rock, learnin' how to roll
That homegrown into paper
Just a minor with a major
In hell raisin' low expectations
From a higher education, yeah
Take 'em to school, Billy
I might not be alright
But I damned sure ain't all wrong (Nah, you ain't wrong)
I tell you what, I'm gonna fire it up (Woo)
And keep on workin' on
My higher education
Good ol' boy, bad reputation
School of hard knocks with a 4.0
Learnin' how to rock, learnin' how to roll
That homegrown into paper
Just a minor with a major
In hell raisin' low expectations
From a higher education, yeah
(I got my)
I got my higher education
Higher education
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I got my higher education (Yeah, yeah)
You know, that one they don't teach you in school
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Roll it up, baby
Yeah, might not be alright
Damned sure ain't all wrong, let me tell you that
Come on, old boy
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