 |
|
 |
|
How 'bout You
I know where I come from:
How 'bout you?
I don't need baggy clothes,
Or rings in my nose to be cool.
The scars on my knuckles,
Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
An' there's a whole lot more like me:
How 'bout you?
I punch the clock tryin' 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.
But that's just me:
How 'bout you?
I still say: "Yes, Ma'am" to my Momma:
How 'bout you?
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye,
You can bet your ass, it'll be the truth.
I cover my heart with my hat,
When they fly that 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:
Well, how 'bout you?
I like my country rockin':
How 'bout you?
Just put me on a stage, man,
Turn it up an' I'll turn it loose.
Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud,
We'll raise the roof.
Yeah, I might just 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?
|
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
How 'bout you?
'Cause, man, I know where I come from:
Do you feel the way I do?
An' how 'bout you?
I think we're the chosen few.
To tell the truth,
Do you feel the way I do?
How 'bout you?
Yeah, I might just stay all night long.
We'll raise the roof.
Yeah, give me a crowd that's redneck an' loud,
Turn it up an' I'll turn it loose.
Just put me on a stage, man,
How 'bout you?
I like my country rockin':
Well, how 'bout you?
But that's just me:
I think we're the chosen few.
To tell the truth,
Do you feel the way I do?
An' how 'bout you?
How 'bout you?
Just like my Daddy taught me:
When they fly that Red, White and Blue,
I cover my heart with my hat,
You can bet your ass, it'll be the truth.
If I shake your hand, look you in the eye,
How 'bout you?
I still say: "Yes, Ma'am" to my Momma:
How 'bout you?
But that's just me:
I think we're the chosen few.
To tell the truth,
Do you feel the way I do?
An' how 'bout you?
How 'bout you?
But if he don't, hell, I'll make it on my own:
About the man who's collar's blue.
Yeah, I wish Uncle Sam would give a damn,
I can dip in to.
I ain't got no blue-blood trust fund,
How 'bout you?
I punch the clock tryin' to make it to the top:
How 'bout you?
An' there's a whole lot more like me:
Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.
The scars on my knuckles,
Or rings in my nose to be cool.
I don't need baggy clothes,
How 'bout you?
I know where I come from:
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| HHow ''bout YYou |
| ow bout ou |
| oHw b'out oYu |
| jow 'bbout gou |
| jHow 'out gYou |
| Hjow 'obut Ygou |
| uow 'vout hou |
| uHow 'vbout hYou |
| Huow 'bvout Yhou |
|
| now 'gout 6ou |
| nHow 'gbout 6You |
| Hnow 'bgout Y6ou |
| bow 'nout uou |
| bHow 'nbout uYou |
| Hbow 'bnout Yuou |
| gow 'hout 7ou |
| gHow 'hbout 7You |
| Hgow 'bhout Y7ou |
|
| yow 'boout jou |
| yHow 'but jYou |
| Hyow 'buot Yjou |
| Hoow 'bkut tou |
| Hw 'bkout tYou |
| Hwo 'bokut Ytou |
| Hkw 'b9ut Yoou |
| Hkow 'b9out Yu |
| Hokw 'bo9ut Yuo |
|
| H9w 'b0ut Yku |
| H9ow 'b0out Ykou |
| Ho9w 'bo0ut Yoku |
| H0w 'blut Y9u |
| H0ow 'blout Y9ou |
| Ho0w 'bolut Yo9u |
| Hlw 'biut Y0u |
| Hlow 'biout Y0ou |
| Holw 'boiut Yo0u |
|
| Hiw 'bouut Ylu |
| Hiow 'bot Ylou |
| Hoiw 'botu Yolu |
| Howw 'boht Yiu |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|