"Son Of A" lyrics

I'm one son of a bench, seats so she can slide over
Lift kit make heaven feel closer
That strap slippin' off of her shoulder
Some things don't get old for a son of a-
Which parking lot are we meeting up at?
Cold case with a backup six-pack
Rockstar queued up three times on a soundtrack
(Oh, it ain't it easy)

Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers, to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, blue collar, beer loving son of a bitch
(You don't know what it is, man)

I'm one son of a hitch, with a boat in the back
Ain't caught nothing, but we're throwing it back
Steel town, red star, yellow or black
Ain't nothing gonna change that-

Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, and blue-collar beer loving son of a bitch
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a son of a-

Middle finger, man, ain't got enough to go around (go around)
Raising hell, my daddy always said I'm a son of a bitch
Never seen a Yankee boy on this side of town
Burned this place down 'til they put me in the ground

Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, blue-collar, beer-loving son of a bitch
Blue collar, beer-loving son of a-
Son of a-