Mud Digger - Standard American Lyrics
He killed what he ate and brewed what he drankListened to Colt, Jerry, Reid, and HankA bear of a man, hardly left the woodsSix foot four, solid rock when he stoodHe'd hunt with a hatchet and his own bare handsRefused welfare, only lived off the landDrove an 87 Dodge, straight pipes off the backStocked his house with white-tail racksHe's a rebel, a redneck, grew up in the sticksA standard American son'*****His shirt says Ralph but his real name's FredGot grease on his hands and sweat on his headPants are black and arms are scarredKnuckles more busted than his credit cardSpends weekdays working under the hoodGot mouths to feed and he knows he shouldCome Friday at five he'll collect that payAnd top it off with a cold one at the end of the dayHe's blue-collar, a sinner, I can't decide whichA standard American son'*****He drives a Peterbilt with eighteen wheelsThe ICC hot on his heelsRunning them roads since age eighteenAin't a city limit sign that he hasn't seenGrinding them gears, heading down the lineHe's a slave to the law, the law and timeMake it home for two-day's sleepThen it's back to his *****pit and Air Ride seatHe's a driver, a highway manLoves his woman and two kidsA standard American son'*****He ain't heard too good since 67Flew a chopper named The Stairway To HeavenGot an M16, hacks up black tarVietnam plates on the back of his carHe don't talk too much and he don't waste wordsWhen he does you damn sure better know he's heardA ponytail, little thin up topRolls his own for ten cents a popHe's a soldier, a veteran, beat up a bitA standard American son'*****You can call me a redneck, call me a hickSay I'm a drunk, messed up just a bitBut the flag I fly's got the stars and stripesTest my freedom, I'll be down for a fightWe're the backbone, blue collarWorking, trying to earn a dollarHurt somebody, feeds our kidsStandard American son'*****Country boys surviveMess with my family, I'll cut you and gut you and tie your hideSet you afire and watch you burn alive
