Don't We - Morgan Wallen

Wouldn't trade this holler for a stone-cold million dollars. My green all comes blue collar

and I'm all good with that. This world's been changin', but these folks

'round here, they ain't been. They all still windshield wavin' when they slow rollin'

past. We could live a little higher on the hog. But I don't

think that we'd be no better off. Not everybody got that spot out

in the forty. Some ten-point buck they shot hangin' like a velvet trophy.

Fridays in parkin' lots outside of somewhere holy. Not everybody likes this kinda life,

but we do, don't we? Still workin' hard like my daddy told me.