| He’s got a John Deere cap and a bad haircut |
| A face only a mama could love |
| But he’s a heart worker, he comes home at night |
| He’s got a wife and a dog, two kids and a half |
| He’s a lifetime die-hard democrat |
| And he pays his bills, he’s an honest man |
| He’s validated, unadulterated country |
| He’s got a bumper sticker on his new Dodge van |
| That says, 'Follow me to the promised land' |
| He’s tried and true, bleeds red, white and blue |
| He works six days a week for Saturday night |
| To hear the jukebox play the time of his life |
| But come Sunday morning, he sings 'I Saw The Light' |
| He’s flag waving, soul saving country |
| When I look at this man |
| I see a little bit of myself |
| That part of me that can’t be nobody else |
| He’s come and get it, unapologetic |
| Flag waving, soul saving |
| Validated, unadulterated |
| The man’s country, stone country |