Letra de Still
Broken ball cap, worn out boots
Leatherbound King James, Redneck roots
Browning 243 rifle, Zebco 33 rod and reel
Leatherbound King James, Redneck roots
Browning 243 rifle, Zebco 33 rod and reel
That's who I am, still
American made, homegrown proud
Old school country, new school crowd
Raised up in a small town grounded
On blue collar dollar bills
That's who I am, still
This whole world spinning round like a top
Ain't throwing me off anytime real soon
Cause there's something 'bout sticking to your guns
While everybody's singing a different tune
Yeah change will come and go
But you know I'm settled in digging the fields
Of who I am, still
You know it don't matter, if all my hopes and dreams
Take off flying on silver wings
Just my father's son like the one on Calvary's hill
Is all I am, still
Yeah the world spinning round like a top
Ain't throwing me off anytime real soon
Cause there's something 'bout sticking to your guns
While everybody's singing a different tune
Yeah change will come and go
But you know I'm settled in digging the fields
Of who I am, still
You can blame it on my grandaddy's past
Down through my daddy's ride and rebel stubborn will
For who I am, still
Yeah that's who I am
American made, homegrown proud
Old school country, new school crowd
Raised up in a small town grounded
On blue collar dollar bills
That's who I am, still
This whole world spinning round like a top
Ain't throwing me off anytime real soon
Cause there's something 'bout sticking to your guns
While everybody's singing a different tune
Yeah change will come and go
But you know I'm settled in digging the fields
Of who I am, still
You know it don't matter, if all my hopes and dreams
Take off flying on silver wings
Just my father's son like the one on Calvary's hill
Is all I am, still
Yeah the world spinning round like a top
Ain't throwing me off anytime real soon
Cause there's something 'bout sticking to your guns
While everybody's singing a different tune
Yeah change will come and go
But you know I'm settled in digging the fields
Of who I am, still
You can blame it on my grandaddy's past
Down through my daddy's ride and rebel stubborn will
For who I am, still
Yeah that's who I am