Inked in the Grain

Well, I grew up where the asphalt ends and the pine trees start to moan In a double-wide trailer that I’m damn proud to call my own They look at my grease-stained hands and the lines across my face Like I’m some kind of relic from a god-forsaken place But they don’t see the brotherhood, they don’t see the scars Earned under neon lights and a billion country stars. It’s stitched in the denim, it’s inked in the grain It’s the fire in our blood and the ice in our veins Yeah, we’re the black sheep runnin’ through the mud and the clay Won’t back down, won’t ever look the other way This pride ain't for sale, it’s lived and it’s thin Worn like a badge right here on my skin! I’ve seen ‘em come and seen ‘em go, those fair-weather friends Who tuck their tails and run when the river starts to bend But we’re the ones who stood our ground when the storm began to howl With a rebel yell and a whiskey breath, we didn’t throw the towel My brothers are my fortress, my word is my steel In a world full of fakes, we’re the only thing that’s real. Raise a glass to the outlaws, the ones they couldn’t tame To the names on our arms and the ghosts in the flame If you ain't walked the miles, don’t you judge the stride ‘Cause there’s a hell of a lot of heart under this ol’ tough hide! It’s stitched in the denim, it’s inked in the grain It’s the fire in our blood and the ice in our veins Yeah, we’re the black sheep runnin’ through the mud and the clay Won’t back down, won’t ever look the other way This pride ain't for sale, it’s lived and it’s thin Worn like a badge right here on my skin! Yeah, right on my skin. True to the bone. Leave us the hell alone.