Bloodline

He likes his, coffee black first thing in the morning

A cup or two usually, gets him going

He puts on his boots and cranks up, that old '79

Weather man says there's a storm warnin'

Well he pulls down his hat and keeps his wheels'a rollin'

Chaising the dreams of a back forty kind of life

Well his claim to fame is a last name

On a dead end county road sign

He's got, callused hands and a callused heart

But that suits him just fine

Makin it day to day, working his life away

Tryin'a find a little piece of mind

Oooah, but that's his bloodline

There's a chair on a porch that his gran-daddy left him

Where he sits and ponders on, when things were different

When a man could keep what he earned with a little help from above

It's getting harder to make ends meet in the middle

Selling his life away, little by little

But something inside him says "Boy you don't ever give up"

'Cause his claim to fame is a last name

On a dead end county road sign

Yeah he's a, dying breed and every day it seems

He's only runnin' out of time

Makin it, day to day, working his life away

Tryin'a find a little piece of mind

Oooah, but that's his bloodline

Yeah it gets kinda tough sometimes around that blue collar

Holden onto his dreams and chasing down another dollar

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But his claim to fame is a last name

On a dead end county road sign

And when he's dead and gone, he's gotta carry on

And the wounds he's gotta leave behind

Making it day to day, working his life away

Tryin'a find a little piece of mind

Ooooah, but that's his bloodline

Till it's carved on a stone all alone beneath the Georgia pines

That's his bloodline