Letra de Son Of A
I'm one son of a bench, seats so she can slide over
Lift kit make heaven feel closer
That strap slippin' off of her shoulder
Lift kit make heaven feel closer
That strap slippin' off of her shoulder
Some things don't get old for a son of a-
Which parking lot are we meeting up at?
Cold case with a backup six-pack
Rockstar queued up three times on a soundtrack
(Oh, it ain't it easy)
Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers, to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, blue collar, beer loving son of a bitch
(You don't know what it is, man)
I'm one son of a hitch, with a boat in the back
Ain't caught nothing, but we're throwing it back
Steel town, red star, yellow or black
Ain't nothing gonna change that-
Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, and blue-collar beer loving son of a bitch
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a son of a-
Middle finger, man, ain't got enough to go around (go around)
Raising hell, my daddy always said I'm a son of a bitch
Never seen a Yankee boy on this side of town
Burned this place down 'til they put me in the ground
Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, blue-collar, beer-loving son of a bitch
Blue collar, beer-loving son of a-
Son of a-
Which parking lot are we meeting up at?
Cold case with a backup six-pack
Rockstar queued up three times on a soundtrack
(Oh, it ain't it easy)
Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers, to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, blue collar, beer loving son of a bitch
(You don't know what it is, man)
I'm one son of a hitch, with a boat in the back
Ain't caught nothing, but we're throwing it back
Steel town, red star, yellow or black
Ain't nothing gonna change that-
Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, and blue-collar beer loving son of a bitch
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a son of a-
Middle finger, man, ain't got enough to go around (go around)
Raising hell, my daddy always said I'm a son of a bitch
Never seen a Yankee boy on this side of town
Burned this place down 'til they put me in the ground
Yeah, I lace my boots up, I climb up into my truck
If you're tryna buy what I'm selling, then-
You got a shotgun, one for the hell of it
Raise a glass and say cheers to my next 30 years
Yeah, no, my mama ain't gonna wanna hear this
I'm a red, white, blue-collar, beer-loving son of a bitch
Blue collar, beer-loving son of a-
Son of a-
