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Capo on 3
They may not drink homemade wine, of know someone who makes moonshine, but
some of us still do.
You might not work in the rain, You might not hunt no game, but some of
us still do.
You might not know when to run, when to hold your ground when to grab your
gun, but some of us still do.
Chorus
We re still out here on the edges, a hard earned dollar blue collar chosen
few, sons and daughters of small town living legends, you might not
understand the backwoods point of view, but some of us still do.
You might not bow your head, every night before you go to bed, but some of
us still do.
You might not live your life like your grandaddy did when he was alive, but
some of us still do
You might not farm the land or even know a man whos got a plowboy tan, but
some of us still do
Repeat Chorus
You might not have a fightin side when someone dares to cross that line,
but some of us still do
You may not lay down your life for the land of the free for the stars and
the stripes, but some of us still do