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FI know where I come Cfrom, how bout Fyou C I don't Fneed baggy clothes or Crings in my nose to be Fcool C The Fscars on my knuckles match the Cscuffs on these cowboy Fboots C And Fthere's a whole lot more like Cme, how bout Fyou
I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top...How bout you? I ain't got no blue blood trust fund I can dip into. Yeah I wish uncle Sam would dive a damn about the man whose collar is blue. But if he don't hell i'll make it on my own...How bout you? Chorus:
How bout Fyou CDo you feel the way I Fdo To tell the Ftruth CI think we're the chosen Ffew But that's just Fme.C..How bout Fyou