(Verse 1)
Sunrise creepin’ over that red-clay land,
Another long day waitin’ on these calloused hands.
Got a lunch-pail story and a steel-toe song,
Been workin’ this way since I was young and strong.
Mama said, “Son, let your word be true,”
Daddy said, “Don’t let the world change you.”
So I keep my boots in the dust and my heart in the fight,
Just tryin’ to make the best of this life.
(Chorus)
’Cause I’m American, born with a backbone,
Standin’ on the same dirt my granddad called home.
Ain’t askin’ much, just enough to get by—
A little hard work and a whole lotta pride.
Yeah, the road gets rough, but I’ll be alright,
Just tryin’ to make the best of this life.
(Verse 2)
Old truck rattles but it still runs fine,
Radio hums those classic country lines.
Payday Friday, pick a guitar on the porch,
Baby in my arms and the crickets hold the torch.
Some folks chase silver, some chase gold,
But I’m just thankful for the hand I hold.
Every sunset reminds me what matters tonight—
Just tryin’ to make the best of this life.
(Chorus)
’Cause I’m American, born with a backbone,
Standin’ on the same dirt my granddad called home.
Ain’t askin’ much, just enough to get by—
A little hard work and a whole lotta pride.
Yeah, the road gets rough, but I’ll be alright,
Just tryin’ to make the best of this life.
(Bridge)
Someday when the good Lord calls me home,
Lay me down in the field where the tall grass grows.
Till that day comes, I’ll keep livin’ it right—
And keep on makin’ the best of this life.
(Final Chorus)
Yeah, I’m American, born with a backbone,
Raised to take the hard times and face ’em head-on.
Ain’t got it all, but I thank God each night—
For the chance to work hard and live free in this light.
Yeah, the world keeps spinnin’ and I hold on tight—
Just tryin’ to make the best of this life.
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