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Deeper Shade of Blue-Collar (feat. Gasner The Artist) Video (MV)






Brady Seals - Deeper Shade of Blue-Collar (feat. Gasner The Artist) Lyrics




Under all ten fingernails
We gotta lotta dirt and grease
Before that sun comes rollin' up
We're up and rollin' up our sleeves
Got some farmers tans and calloused hands

Out here we folks work and play hard
Until way up in the night
And we got bloody busted knuckles
From the wrenches and the fights
Hangin' buck skin tough and we don't give up

Got some John Deere Green plowin' up the land
Black stove in the kitchen brownin' biscuits in a pan
We don't eat on white linen but we know we're truly blessed
Can I get Amen from some real rednecks?
Whoa whoa, once'st you get back in a holler
You get a deeper shade of blue-collar

Some say that we are the backbone
Some say that we low rent
Yeah some cornbread fed folks that I'll proudly represent

We're down between the mountains hid beneath the hickory trees
Pull our food out of our garden and our water from the creek
It's a lot of work
But we dig this dirt
If you need us you can call us
We're here seven days a week
We go the country extry mile
Satisfaction guaranteed
Look for our homemade sign past the county line
We're a little hard to find

Got some John Deere Green plowin' up the land
Black stove in the kitchen brownin' biscuits in a pan
We don't eat on white linen but we know we're truly blessed
Can I get Amen from some real rednecks?
Whoa whoa, once'st you get back in a holler
You get a deeper shade of blue-collar

Tow it, grind it, move it
Stackin' cash like a boss
Got my eye on a Tracker
Gonna catch me a big bass hoss
Ain't no big city dawg's gonna out plow my plow
Just ask my sweet little daisy how we be workin' it down South

Got some John Deere Green plowin' up the land
Black stove in the kitchen brownin' biscuits in a pan
We don't eat on white linen but we know we're truly blessed
Can I get Amen from some real rednecks?
Whoa whoa, once'st you get back in a holler
You get a deeper shade of blue-collar

Just tryin' to make a green dollar
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Under all ten fingernails
We gotta lotta dirt and grease
Before that sun comes rollin' up
We're up and rollin' up our sleeves
Got some farmers tans and calloused hands

Out here we folks work and play hard
Until way up in the night
And we got bloody busted knuckles
From the wrenches and the fights
Hangin' buck skin tough and we don't give up

Got some John Deere Green plowin' up the land
Black stove in the kitchen brownin' biscuits in a pan
We don't eat on white linen but we know we're truly blessed
Can I get Amen from some real rednecks?
Whoa whoa, once'st you get back in a holler
You get a deeper shade of blue-collar

Some say that we are the backbone
Some say that we low rent
Yeah some cornbread fed folks that I'll proudly represent

We're down between the mountains hid beneath the hickory trees
Pull our food out of our garden and our water from the creek
It's a lot of work
But we dig this dirt
If you need us you can call us
We're here seven days a week
We go the country extry mile
Satisfaction guaranteed
Look for our homemade sign past the county line
We're a little hard to find

Got some John Deere Green plowin' up the land
Black stove in the kitchen brownin' biscuits in a pan
We don't eat on white linen but we know we're truly blessed
Can I get Amen from some real rednecks?
Whoa whoa, once'st you get back in a holler
You get a deeper shade of blue-collar

Tow it, grind it, move it
Stackin' cash like a boss
Got my eye on a Tracker
Gonna catch me a big bass hoss
Ain't no big city dawg's gonna out plow my plow
Just ask my sweet little daisy how we be workin' it down South

Got some John Deere Green plowin' up the land
Black stove in the kitchen brownin' biscuits in a pan
We don't eat on white linen but we know we're truly blessed
Can I get Amen from some real rednecks?
Whoa whoa, once'st you get back in a holler
You get a deeper shade of blue-collar

Just tryin' to make a green dollar
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Writer: Bill Whyte, Brady Seals, Kathy Whyte
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