Yeah, I know where I come from How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool Yeah, the scars on my knuckles match these scuffs on these cowboy boots There's a whole lot more like me How 'bout you? Yeah, I punch the clock trying' to make it to the top, how 'bout you? I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund I can dip in to Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn about the man who's collar's blue But if he don't, hell, I'll make it on my own How 'bout you? An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few That's just me How 'bout you? I still say "yes, ma'am" to my mama How 'bout you? If I shake your hand, look you in the eye you can bet your ass, it's gonna be the truth I cover my heart with my hat when they fly my red, white and blue Just like my Daddy taught me How 'bout you? An' how 'bout you, do you feel the way I do? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few But that's just me Yeah, how 'bout you? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? I like my country rocking', give it to 'em boys! Give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud, we'll raise the roof And we're probably gonna stay all night long How 'bout you, do you feel the way I do? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? 'Cause man, I know where I come from: How 'bout you?