"Small Towns" lyrics

We still talk to Jesus, we still grow our smoke
We still call our mamas and love to call these backroads home
Still say that pledge of allegiance
Fight for where we stand
Round here our word means something
We settle things man to man

If you call that small-minded
Well go on, talk your shit
'Cuz at the end of the day I'm still damn proud to be a Midwest kid
My raisin' don't need changin'
Live like my old man did, and I'll say I'm proud
Won't wait around for y'all to make small towns cool again

Yeah that news man keeps yappin'
But he ain't seen these fields
Ain't never prayed for rain
He just buys what these farmers yield
Hard work is what we're used to
We earned our calloused hands
And I'll take my kind of people when this world burns and hits the fan

If you call that small-minded
Well go on, talk your shit
'Cuz at the end of the day I'm still damn proud to be a Midwest kid
My raisin' don't need changin'
Live like my old man did, and I'll say I'm proud
Won't wait around for y'all to make small towns cool again

Cool again
Aw, play it Carl

If you call that small-minded
Well go on, talk your shit
'Cuz at the end of the day I'm still damn proud to be a Midwest kid
My raisin' don't need changin'
Live like my old man did, and I'll say I'm proud
Won't wait around for y'all to make small towns cool again

Cool again