Jesus, Mama, and Cold Beer

If you had an arm like old Brett Favre
Wind at your back
Wouldn't be that hard
To throw a rock from end to end of this little town
We got football, fishing, pretty girls to chase
Corn fields, mama's kitchen, sins floating away
From the banks of a river
Then it's Sunday dinner on the ground
Just a handful of down home everyday folks
Up and at 'em when the rooster crows
We take a lot of pride in the simple life

Round here
We're all about Jesus, Mama and Cold Beer
Cround 8 o'clock
That old barber shop goes to filling up with ears to drop
Might be some sleepy eyes from last night's letting down their hair
The 10 commandments still hang on the wall
In a hardware store at the county town hall
CND the PTC's still got the final say
On the who's and the what's and the where's
Just a handful of down home everyday folks
Up and at 'em when the rooster crows
We take a lot of pride in the simple life

Round here
We're all about Jesus, Mama and Cold Beer
Just a handful of down home everyday folks
Up and at 'em when the rooster crows
We take a lot of pride in the simple life
Round here
We're all about Jesus, Mama and Cold Beer
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