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Jesus Loving American Guy (Limp Wrist)
Paisley Fields
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Seems like everybody knows how to live Get a nine-to-five, a little front porch, and two-point-five kids Back home, if you ain't married by twenty-two Something's gotta be wrong with you So I hit the sky with a one-way ticket and never looked back With a thousand bucks, two suitcases, and a plan of attack Runnin' from the person they wanted me to be I didn't want to be anyone other than me Well, I can drink a beer, shoot a deer, and pick a fight too I'm not like those fake outlaws they're sellin' you The boys who pushed me into walls in junior high Callin' themsеlves Jesus-lovin' American guys I'vе got a message for those hypocrites I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist New York took me in and knocked me down But it beat the hell out of stickin' around that little old town Where if you ain't the traditional family man You're on your own, makin' up your life's plan Well, I can drink a beer, shoot a deer, and pick a fight too But I'm not like those fake outlaws they're sellin' you The boys who pushed me into walls in junior high Callin' themselves Jesus-lovin' American guys I've got a message for those hypocrites I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist Whatcha makin' up for with your hyper masculine game? Overcompensatin' to cover up some secret sissy shame You good old boys keep talkin' like you're goin' to war Well, you just might be 'cause I'm not takin' your shit anymore Well, I can drink a beer, shoot a deer, and pick a fight too I'm not like those fake outlaws they're sellin' you The boys who pushed me into walls in junior high Callin' themselves Jesus-lovin' American guys I've got a message for those hypocrites I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist I'm comin' in hard with a limp wrist
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