Kind Of Style

de Bouty Johnson

My collar's blue but my neck is red
I beena workin' like a dog to keep my family fed
Living off energy drinks, Marlboro Reds
Swear this gas station food is gonna cause my death
Well I voted Trump, I'm talking FJB
Yeah I stand up for the folks like me
If I told you once I won't tell you twice
I'll protect my family with my life
Hell I was born a Ramblin' man
Well I guess I finally settled down
Found a pretty little lady that smiles at me
Well I was her white knight swept her off her feet
My money's low but gas is high
Yeah I've been doing my best just to get by
My jeans are stained my boots are warm
Just tryin' like hell to be a good ol' boy

Cause my collar's blue but my neck is red
My back is broke but my family fed
Hell times our tough we'll make due
There's still people out here that are tried and true

Working paycheck to paycheck for the weekend
Just to drink cold beer with my rowdy friends
From the Bible Belt so they'll call it a sin
Imagine I live like this until my end

Cause my collar's blue but my neck is red
My back is broke but my family fed
Hell times are tough we'll make due
There's still people out here that are tried and true

Cause my collar's blue but my neck is red
Abusing alcohol just to ease the stress
If we say we're fine no we won't complain
We'll carry these burdens to our graves
We'll carry these burdens to our graves