Raised Rowdy

[Verse 1] Mama said, "Boy, you’re too damn loud," Daddy said, "Get your head out the clouds," But I was six strings deep and full of fight, Burnin’ up dreams in the middle of the night. Got scars on my knuckles from a Friday brawl, Played my first song on a barroom wall, Didn’t have much but I made it mine— Gas tank empty, heart full of fire. [Chorus] Yeah, I was raised rowdy, born to run, Talkin’ small-town bars and settin’ suns, Turned “you’ll never make it” into my song, Now I’m proof they were dead-ass wrong. From Pawleys mud to a neon stage, I cut my teeth, I earned my name— A little rough, a little loud, a little proud of the pain, I was raised rowdy—and I’ll die the same. [Verse 2] Took off down the highway with a chip on my back, Pissed-off dreams and a beat-up track, They said I’d fall, said I’d fade, But now I’m on the airwaves gettin’ paid. I still hit that diner when I’m passin’ through, Where she said I’d never be nothin’ new, Now my face is framed on the old jukebox— Funny how time turns talk to shock. [Chorus] Yeah, I was raised rowdy, born to run, Talkin’ small-town bars and settin’ suns, Turned “you’ll never make it” into my song, Now I’m proof they were dead-ass wrong. From Pawleys mud to a neon stage, I cut my teeth, I earned my name— A little rough, a little loud, a little proud of the pain, I was raised rowdy—and I’ll die the same. [Bridge] Ain’t no suits, no city lights Gonna tell me how to live my life, I made it here on blood and chords, Every broken heart just gave me more. [Final Chorus] I was raised rowdy, hell yeah I was, With a rebel soul and a hometown buzz. Turned their doubt into my flame, Now they scream my goddamn name. From South Carolina to the Nashville signs, I chased the storm and made it mine— A little wrong, a little wild, but I ain’t gonna change, I was raised rowdy—and I’ll die the same.