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American Grown

Straight out the field just like a child of the corn
I had a fucking attitude on the night I was born
I grew up running these roads until my feet turned black
And I discovered Kid Rock in my mama's [?]
When I was 10 years old I thought I was Evel Knievel
Even painted my helmet with some paint that my pawpaw [?]
I put a [?] color can in the back of my bike tire
Sounded like a motorcycle bout to drive through some fire

Long hair with a mouth full of [?]
Making times and still humming on 30% trail
American flag in the back start to reap away
But the colors of big brother won't ever fade
Because my guns stay loaded [?] stays froze
Got 4 wheel drive for when the south gets cold
I ain't even gotta say it you should already know
I'm American grown

American grown like [?] in your power lines
Yeah Americans [?] Ford trucks on assembly lines
I'm American dreaming until the work starts on Monday
American drinking cases of [?] on a Sunday
Yeah I take shit from the left until I gotta swing right hooks
You can tell where I stand just by the way that I write hooks
Yeah I'm the son of the south but I'm a man of the whole lane
If you spit on my freedom you can get caught with these old hands

Long hair with a mouth full of [?]
Making times and still humming on 30% trail
American flag in the back start to reap away
But the colors of big brother won't ever fade
Because my guns stay loaded [?] stays froze
Got 4 wheel drive for when the south gets cold
I ain't even gotta say it you should already know
I'm American grown

American grown
American grown
American grown

Mohawk with a mouth full of truth and pride
You ain't even got a hundred have a 4 wheel drive
This is all our home, till we're 6 feet deep
I'll be American grown till I warm the jeans

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