Tired of living with these city big wig pretty boys
Put a muzzle on the mouth of the blue-collar man's voice
Am I the only one who sees a problem in that?
So, this is for a man who runs that radio
Pull up a seat, relax and just take notes
'Cause I'm about to spit it some facts
And lucky pig, no, talk that shit
But these watered-down lyrics just stayed in there
And I don't see your callouses on your hands
So Lucky Slim didn't get his point across
'Cause when he asked for a little bit and loss
So, this time boy, we ain't gonna ask
We're takin' country back, yeah
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And now you greedy white collars, only seeing dollar signs
You don't give a damn 'bout the guy chasin' white lines
What happened to saving someone's soul?
And honestly I don't know how y'all sleep at night
You take these kids and bleed their dreams dry
And y'all get rich while they're doing all the work
And lucky pig, no, talk that shit
But these watered-down lyrics just stayed in there
And I don't see your callouses on your hands
So Lucky Slim didn't get his point across
'Cause when he asked for a little bit and loss
So, this time boy, we ain't gonna ask
We're takin' country back, yeah
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And I get so proud of songs
For struggling folks
Saying good enough for the radio
Well, that's just fine
'Cause I'm blue collared 'til I die
And lucky pig, no, talk that shit
But these watered-down lyrics just stayed in there
And I don't see callouses on your hands
So Lucky Slim didn't get his point across
'Cause when he asked for a little bit and loss
So, this time boy, we ain't gonna ask
We're takin' country back, yeah
We're takin' this motherfucker back, yeah