Our Grass Is Legal
Well, our collar's blue but our necks are red
It's hot as hell, sun won't relent
Got a white T-shirt and a farmer's tan
And it's been bone-dry, no chance of rain
When the rooster crows, we got side to lay
Just another day in the heartland
Well our grass is legal and our trucks are diesel
We settle the deal with a handshake
And we tell it like it is and chip in our two cents
And we live in constant love and we say grace
Around here, you reap what you sow
A little elbow grease just goes to show
It's hearts of gold and fields of dreams
And we leave our front doors unlocked
And we drink our beer in our garage
And we go to church in our blue jeans
And our grass is legal, our trucks are diesel
We settle the deal with a handshake
We tell it like it is and chip in our two cents
And we live in constant love and we say grace
And we raise hell and raise kids
And we bring 'em up the way our parents did
And supper's our kind of casserole on Sundays, find a fishin' hole
And we drag someone out of a ditch
Take care of our own, that's the way it is
Around here, yeah
Yeah, our grass is legal, we're small town people
You finish the food that's on your plate
We keep it simple, sittin' 'round the table
We live in constant love and we say grace
And that dot on your map's where we're born and raised
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
When you say scat, I'll scat baby
It's hot as hell, sun won't relent
Got a white T-shirt and a farmer's tan
And it's been bone-dry, no chance of rain
When the rooster crows, we got side to lay
Just another day in the heartland
Well our grass is legal and our trucks are diesel
We settle the deal with a handshake
And we tell it like it is and chip in our two cents
And we live in constant love and we say grace
Around here, you reap what you sow
A little elbow grease just goes to show
It's hearts of gold and fields of dreams
And we leave our front doors unlocked
And we drink our beer in our garage
And we go to church in our blue jeans
And our grass is legal, our trucks are diesel
We settle the deal with a handshake
We tell it like it is and chip in our two cents
And we live in constant love and we say grace
And we raise hell and raise kids
And we bring 'em up the way our parents did
And supper's our kind of casserole on Sundays, find a fishin' hole
And we drag someone out of a ditch
Take care of our own, that's the way it is
Around here, yeah
Yeah, our grass is legal, we're small town people
You finish the food that's on your plate
We keep it simple, sittin' 'round the table
We live in constant love and we say grace
And that dot on your map's where we're born and raised
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
Ah-huh
When you say scat, I'll scat baby
Credits
Writer(s): Hailey Whitters
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