Bloodline Songtext
von Logan Mize
Bloodline Songtext
Some are big city born with a silver spoon
Some are military raised red, white, and blue
Some are Pittsburgh factory, Detroit steel
Some are third generation cotton fields
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don′t blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He′s got my last name and looks just like me
That's my bloodline
I'm a mud up the side of a Chevrolet
I′m a football team on a license plate
I′m a camouflaged deer stand at five a.m.
A calloused hand son, and damn proud of it
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad′s more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That′s my, my bloodline
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A mom and pop quick shop, church, and a courthouse
That's my, yeah that′s my
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He′s got my last name and looks just like me
That′s my, my bloodline
Some are military raised red, white, and blue
Some are Pittsburgh factory, Detroit steel
Some are third generation cotton fields
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don′t blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He′s got my last name and looks just like me
That's my bloodline
I'm a mud up the side of a Chevrolet
I′m a football team on a license plate
I′m a camouflaged deer stand at five a.m.
A calloused hand son, and damn proud of it
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad′s more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He's got my last name and looks just like me
That′s my, my bloodline
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A mom and pop quick shop, church, and a courthouse
That's my, yeah that′s my
My bloodline runs right through the heart of a small town
A don't blink main street where the concrete runs out
Hundred-year oak, wrap around porch
Where my granddad's more than flowers and a headstone
A wild kid wearing his grass-stained blue jeans
He′s got my last name and looks just like me
That′s my, my bloodline
Writer(s): Randy Montana, Django Walker, Josh Hoge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com