John Dear

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Drove your Honda Civic past that neon city limits
Now your Copenhagen cup's in the console
Of your lifted Silverado
Not sure this new look fits ya
You've changed so much since your bar mitzvah
Sometimes I miss ya
But I don't even know who you are here

John dear
You don't gotta try so hard
So over you ain't fresh off the farm
I wasn't raised in a bar neither
I grew up listening to Justin Bieber
Look at you with your trucker hat on
Can't name one George Strait song
All shots, big trucks, cold beer
But you ain't got a chapter to steer
John dear

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You could be yourself you know
Country don't have a dress code
You don't gotta pull up your roots
Bought a rocky pair of cowboy boots
And I don't really think it's a sin
If Sheryl Crow's gone Loretta Lynn
Just live your truth yeah what you're tryna prove here?

John dear
You don't gotta try so hard
So over you ain't fresh off the farm
I wasn't raised in a bar neither
I grew up listening to Justin Bieber
Look at you with your trucker hat on
Can't name one George Strait song
All shots, big trucks, cold beer
But you ain't got a chapter to steer
John dear

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We've all been there
And we've all been scared
Thinking no one will care
But john dear
You don't gotta find a horse to reign
You can play your video games
Just be who you are
Yee haw

John dear
You don't gotta try so hard
So over you ain't fresh off the farm
I wasn't raised in a bar neither
I grew up listening to Justin Bieber
Look at you with your trucker hat on
Can't name one George Strait song
All shots, big trucks, cold beer
But you ain't got a chapter to steer
John dear

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John dear
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Writer(s): Bryan Simpson, James Shelley, Jillian Steele
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