Midland
I sure do love me a blue-collar baby
Go to work all day then come home to his lady
And I think you're the finest of your kind
But I don't belong here
I'm just making my rounds
I can stay for Christmas then I gotta leave town
And you would too if you had half a mind
"44 acres with mineral rights
Half of it's yours if you sign the line"
And I said, there ain't a chance in hell this is where I die
I'll wreck my daddy's bronco
Turn on pop country radio
See something flyin, it's a UFO
And the cowboys just won the super bowl
Before you drag my ass back to Midland
I paid my dues, more than anybody should've
I would've packed up my boots and ran
Sooner if I could've
But this town ropes you in with a dollar sign
And you look good, and your jokes are funny
Lord knows you've got all the money
But there ain't no chance this is where I die
I'll plant my roots in Oklahoma
My redneck brother trades in his Tacoma
For a car that runs on a lithium battery
Before you drag my ass back to Midland
I'm proud to be an oil riggers daughter
We got crude for sale
We got dreams for slaughter
And we got the best bars from here to Tennessee
But if you come looking
Well I'll be booking it
Sorry baby but you must have mistaken me
For somebody who's got way different dreams
Because I'll go back to school it's God's will
Sell my songs and my car just to pay the bills
You'll see Jesus walk the streets of Nashville
Before you drag my ass
Fore you drag my ass
Fore you drag my ass back to Midland
Go to work all day then come home to his lady
And I think you're the finest of your kind
But I don't belong here
I'm just making my rounds
I can stay for Christmas then I gotta leave town
And you would too if you had half a mind
"44 acres with mineral rights
Half of it's yours if you sign the line"
And I said, there ain't a chance in hell this is where I die
I'll wreck my daddy's bronco
Turn on pop country radio
See something flyin, it's a UFO
And the cowboys just won the super bowl
Before you drag my ass back to Midland
I paid my dues, more than anybody should've
I would've packed up my boots and ran
Sooner if I could've
But this town ropes you in with a dollar sign
And you look good, and your jokes are funny
Lord knows you've got all the money
But there ain't no chance this is where I die
I'll plant my roots in Oklahoma
My redneck brother trades in his Tacoma
For a car that runs on a lithium battery
Before you drag my ass back to Midland
I'm proud to be an oil riggers daughter
We got crude for sale
We got dreams for slaughter
And we got the best bars from here to Tennessee
But if you come looking
Well I'll be booking it
Sorry baby but you must have mistaken me
For somebody who's got way different dreams
Because I'll go back to school it's God's will
Sell my songs and my car just to pay the bills
You'll see Jesus walk the streets of Nashville
Before you drag my ass
Fore you drag my ass
Fore you drag my ass back to Midland
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Writer(s): Kathryn Camille Hasty
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