Текст песни Blake Shelton - My neck of the woods

Grandpa's down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or pouring rainSells tomatoes from the backOf his pickup truckReads the Bible line for lineWhile sipping on some homemade wineThat's who he is and what he doesHe's just like usMy Dad's got a crippled handA casualty of VietnamBut he's still down at the sawmill every dayOh and first thing ‘fore the break of dawnMama's got his eggs and coffee onMy whole life it’s been that wayWe come from back in the hollersWe got sweat on our blue collarsThe living's hard but the living's goodYou see God sent the heavens downAnd hung 'em 'roundMy neck of the woodsJust as sure as the river flows

We take care of our ownStep right up when someone needs a friendLast year on the Johnson farmA fire wiped out the house and barnThe whole town showed upTo build 'em back again, all rightWe come from back in the hollersWe got sweat on our blue collarsThe living's hard but the living's goodYou see God sent the heavens downAnd hung 'em 'roundMy neck of the woodsWe come from back in the hollersWe got sweat on our blue collarsThe living's hard but the living's goodYou see God sent the heavens downAnd hung 'em 'roundMy neck of the woodsYou see God sent the heavens downAnd hung 'em 'roundMy neck of the woods
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