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Grew up in Omaha with fists and Sunday prayers

Two brothers and a sister, learned to fight and learned to care

Dad's from Fullerton, mama's Winterset born

Lost my grandpa and my uncle before I turned ten years old

At fourteen I was driving, at fifteen swinging hammers

Construction in the summer heat, building up what matters

I'm a blue collar country man with calloused hands and scars From trap shooting to heartache, I've been reaching for the stars

Lost my best friend after high school, gained new brothers on the job I love deeply, stay loyal, through the hard times and the good

Black Hills calling when I need to clear my mind

I'm still standing, still fighting, still trying to be kind.

Came out at sixteen, found the courage to be true

Started smoking at eighteen, trying to make it through

Fell for Ray at seventeen, thought we'd never end

Now we`re circling back around, might get a second chance again

I play games to calm my racing mind at night

The outdoors and the open sky make everything feel right

Twenty years of living, learning how to stand

Small town roots run deep in this Nebraska man

Through the losses and the lessons, I'm becoming who l'm meant to be A good man who loves hard and won't give up easy

Yeah I'm still standing, still fighting

This country heart of mine