It's a middle of nowhere, nobody comes here town You're either born and raised and you stay or you turn right around Pulled on, court house, stop light blinking Four wheels, corn fields, I know what you're thinking Who'd wanna live in this place Who'd wanna suffer the fate Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit We do, and a few of us know what it's worth A little buckshot dot on a map it might be But it's the world to me I know these hollers and hills and fields down to every square inch I know every name sprayed in Dupont paint on that bridge Had my first kiss, learned to shift gears on these back roads All that and all of this makes me one of those Who'd wanna live in this place Who'd wanna suffer the fate Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit We do, and a few of us know what it's worth A little buckshot dot on a map it might be Oh, but it's the world to me It's those Friday night games Billy's Tavern on Main Where we got a cold beer after a hard day's work It's who we are through and through From our hats to our boots It's the truth, and we all know what it's worth A little buckshot dot on a map it might be But it's the world to me Oh, the world to me