My way of livin

(Verse 1) I got a truck out back, it's seen better days, But it’s got my heart and soul, through the mud and the haze. I’m up before the sunrise, working the land, With my boots in the dirt and a calloused hand. Got a farm that’s my pride, and it’s never too far, From the fields to the barn, it’s where my dreams are. People laugh at the way I talk, they say my words are strange, But it’s all part of the charm, in this small-town range. (Chorus) They laugh at my drawl, and they think it’s kinda funny, But I’m a simple man, and I’m living off the honey. With my truck and my farm, and a cold beer in my hand, I wouldn’t trade this life for any big-city plan. (Verse 2) I’ve got my pals at the local bar, we gather every night, Swappin' stories and tall tales ‘til the morning light. With a can of cold beer and a laugh that’s loud and true, We’ll toast to the good times and to old friends too. They poke fun at my accent, call it old-fashioned charm, But it’s just who I am, and it’s kept me safe from harm. In the fields of golden grain, where the sunsets are gold, I’m living my own story, let the world unfold. (Chorus) They laugh at my drawl, and they think it’s kinda funny, But I’m a simple man, and I’m living off the honey. With my truck and my farm, and a cold beer in my hand, I wouldn’t trade this life for any big-city plan. (Bridge) Upbeat instrumental break with a fiddle and guitar solo Oh, I’m rollin’ down these country roads, where my heart’s at ease, With the stars above my head, and the whisper of the trees. So let ‘em laugh and let ‘em jest, let ‘em say what they please, I’m happy with my life, in the simple country breeze. (Verse 3) So here’s to the ones who love the land and the life they’ve got, To the trucks that keep on rollin', and the beer that’s always hot. I’m proud of who I am, and I’m standin' tall and free, With my farm, my friends, and my sweet country glee. So laugh all you want at my way of talkin’ slow, I’ll be out on the tractor, where the good winds blow. With my truck and my beer, and the life that I adore, I’m living my own way, and that’s what I’m here for. (Chorus) They laugh at my drawl, and they think it’s kinda funny, But I’m a simple man, and I’m living off the honey. With my truck and my farm, and a cold beer in my hand, I wouldn’t trade this life for any big-city plan. (Outro) Soft, reflective instrumental fade out Yeah, yeah, yeah, living my way, In the fields of my farm, where I’ll forever stay. With my truck and my beer, and the life I’ve come to know, I’ll keep on living simply, as the country winds blow.