Blue collar and a red-state treasure
Love junkie on a three-day bender
His grip, so hard
Eyes glare, trouble like a mug shot
Charged up, 'cause the man's on a mission
1-2 ya, the gears are shiftin'
He called, I cried
We broke
Racin' through the moonlight
Every John is just the same
I'm sick of their city games
I crave a real wild man
I'm strung out on John Wayne
