Tough Town

That old hardware store's got eight-by-tens in black And white from way back when folks still rode Their horses into town. See hard-working dirt on blurry faces and in color Ain't much changed. And buildings might be leanin', oh, But they ain't fallin' down. This is a tough town. It's all blood, sweat, and tears. This some tough ground. It don't rain, it don't grow here. We been red and white and blue-collar, God-and-country all these years. If you see us turnin' up or burnin' down, We earned it, son. This is a tough town. This is a tough town. We got outskirts full of old farm land, But there ain't a rock for sale 'cause every Inch has history to tell. Front porches full of rocking chairs, Old folks and grandkids seven nights. That there's old-school love, there's still Old-fashioned kinds. This is a tough town. It's all blood, sweat, and tears. This is some tough ground. It don't rain, it don't grow here. We been red and white and blue-collar, God-and-country all these years. If you see us turnin' up or burnin' down, We earned it, son. This is a tough town. This is a tough town. We know all about the grapevine. Some folks love to talk. But if you want someone, one of us, Just know you got us all. This is a tough town. Yeah, boy. This is a tough town. Hell yeah, this is a tough town. It's all blood, sweat, and tears. This is some tough ground. If it don't rain, it don't grow here. We been red and white and blue-collar, God-and-country all these years. If you see us turnin' up or burnin' down, We earned it, son. This is a tough town. This This is a tough town. It's a tough-ass Town.