I'm What You Get

I'm my old man's son, I'm a handed-down gun
I'm a late model smokin' down a red dirt track
I'm barbed wire rust, I'm some cotton field dust
I'm an eagle claw hook on a sweat ring hat

And that ain't ever gonna change
'Less you take the blood up out my veins

Just tryna make my mama proud, livin' what I talk about
Shoot a little whiskey down, but ain't gon' take no lip
Mix a Chattahoochee drawl, buck up on a mantle wall
With a water tower town this small, I guess I'm what you get
I'm what you get, yeah, yeah
I'm what you get

I'm a Sunday supper, 350 fixer-upper
I'm a push my lucker when it's all on the line
I'm a back porch sitter, a MAPCO sixer
A born again sinner 'til the day I die

And that ain't ever gonna change
'Til they put me six down in the grave

I'm just tryna make my mama proud, livin' what I talk about
Shoot a little whiskey down, but ain't gon' take no lip
Mix a Chattahoochee drawl, buck up on a mantle wall
With a water tower town this small, I guess I'm what you get
I'm what you get, yeah, yeah
I'm what you get

I'm a spittin' image of a long bloodline
Don't think for one damn minute
That you're gonna change my mind

I'm just tryna make my mama proud, livin' what I talk about
Shoot a little whiskey down, but ain't gon' take no lip
Mix a Chattahoochee drawl, buck up on a mantle wall
With a water tower town this small, I guess I'm what you get
I'm what you get, yeah, yeah
Oh, I'm what you get
I guess I'm what you get, I'm what you get