Story Behind The Song

This is my homage to Eric Church, and the song is made up of mentions of his songs, and the lifestyle his music embodies.

Lyrics

Blue collar generation, proud as hell of the towns we were raised in
Where we learned how to love and learned how to fight.
We got tailgates and 6 strings,
We like cold beer and Springsteen
And we smoke a little smoke on Friday night.

We're working class heroes, watching that clock tick down to zero
And we get together when that whistle blows

And we go creepin', down county streets and old dirt roads.
Cranking it up with the windows down,
Give 'em a taste of that backwoods rock and roll
Nashville to Vegas, New York to Talledega,
Yeah we roll up, sunglasses on.
Just gettin' our Church on.

We like ridin' around in them T-tops, checking out the girls rockin' them cutoffs
easy on the eyes, but hell on the heart
Hanging out, sipping on a cold one, new tattoo in the summer sun
Raise 'em up, let that lighter spark

Then it's Saturday night out on the town,
Sunday morning coming down,
Then it's hop back in, and let the wheels spin 'round

And we go creepin', down county streets and old dirt roads.
Cranking it up with the windows down,
Give 'em a taste of that backwoods rock and roll
Nashville to Vegas, New York to Talledega,
Yeah we roll up, sunglasses on.
Just gettin' our Church on.

And we go creeping, down county streets and old dirt roads.
Cranking it up with the windows down,
Give 'em a taste of that backwoods rock and roll
Nashville to Vegas, New York to Talledega,
Yeah we roll up, sunglasses on.
Just gettin' our Church on.