So I pass the plate and thank the Lord He put me here And pray that times like mine don't ever disappear Not everybody got that spot out in the forty Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we? Still workin' hard like my daddy told me Still keepin' lowkey Still ridin' high behind them low beams If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we? Yeah But we do, don't we? Not everybody takes off their hat Stands for the flag that them boys overseas got on their sleeve Not everybody dies where they're born, takes a field full of corn And turns it into whiskey, say it with me Yeah, we do, don't we? Not everybody got that spot out in the forty Some ten-point buck they shot, hangin' like a velvet trophy Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we? Still workin' hard like my daddy told me Still keepin' lowkey Still ridin' high behind them low beams If you don't know about this nowhere, you don't know me Not everybody thinks we got it made, but we do, don't we? Not everybody got that spot out in the forty (But we do, don't we?) Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy Not everybody likes this kind of life, but we do, don't we?