"Who I'm From" lyrics

I'm from a long line of born here, die here, working class USA
I thank God for my freedom, mama, Merle, and Jesus
They're the reason why I'm here today
We clean what we catch and eat what we hunt
Play hard when the work gets done
'Cause that's who I'm from

Cut my teeth on King James, Uncle Sam, and John Wayne
A cane pole and daddy's old twenty-two
Grandpa used to floor me with them old war stories
Said he did what he had to do
This blood in my veins, my faith, and last name
Been handed down like an old shotgun
Yeah, that's who I'm from

I'm a chip off the old blue-collar block
Cut from a red, white, and blue jean cloth
I know where I'm going when my time comes
'Cause that's who I'm from

I'm Detroit, Chevrolet, Walmart every day
Baseball and apple pie
Church on Sunday, work on Monday
Riverbank party Friday night
I'm "yes ma'am," "yes sir"
Tryin' to live the red words
Following the Father and Son
'Cause that's who I'm from

I'm a chip off the old blue-collar block
Cut from a red, white, and blue jean cloth
I know where I'm going when my time comes
'Cause that's who I'm from

Yeah, I'm a chip off the old blue-collar block
Cut from a red, white, and blue jean cloth
I know where I'm going when my time comes
'Cause that's who I'm from
Yeah, that's who I'm from
I know who I come from