American Grown

(I'm American grown)
 Straight out the field just like a child of the corn
 I had a fucking attitude on the night I was born
 I grew up running these roads until my feet turned black
 And I discovered Kid Rock in my mama's Pontiac
 When I was 10 years old I thought I was Evel Knievel
 Even painted my helmet with some paint that my pawpaw needed
 I put a RC cola can in the back of my bike tire
 Sounded like a motorcycle bout to drive through some fire
 Long hair with a mouth full of peach leatherette
 Mickey Thompson still humming on 30% trail
 American flag in the back starting to reap away
 But the colors of big brother won't ever fade
 Because my guns stay loaded, deer meat stays froze
 Got 4 wheel drive for when the south gets cold
 I ain't even gotta say it you should already know
 I'm American grown
 American grown like pop eights and power box
 Yeah American stuff like Ford trucks on assembly lines
 I'm American dreaming until the work starts on Monday
 American drinking cases of Corr's on a Saturday
 Yeah I take shit from the left until I gotta swing right hooks
 You can tell where I stand just by the way that I write hooks
 Yeah I'm the son of the south but I'm a man of the whole lane
 If you spit on my freedom you can get caught with these old hands
 Long hair with a mouth full of peach leatherette
 Mickey Thompson still humming on 30% trail
 American flag in the back starting to reap away
 But the colors of big brother won't ever fade
 Because my guns stay loaded, deer meat stays froze
 Got 4 wheel drive for when the south gets cold
 I ain't even gotta say it you should already know
 I'm American grown
 American grown
 American grown
 American grown
 Mohawk with a mouth full of truth and pride
 You ain't even got a hundred have a 4 wheel drive
 This is all our home, till we're 6 feet deep
 I'll be American grown till I warm the jeans
 This is all our home, till we're 6 feet deep
 I'll be American grown till I warm the jeans