My grandmother owned a nightclub on the Arkansas-Oklahoma line Momma put me on a greyhound And I went to stay with her in the summertime I'd box up those empty long necks And stack'em in the back and make a hand Then at night she'd let me sneak out of the kitchen and sit in with the band
Yes, I have sacked some quarterbacks And broke my share of bones along the way I knew it wouldn't last forever, semi-pro always means semi-paid I started climbin' drillin' rig, I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah Then I took my songs and guitar and sang 'em to a man from Tennessee
I've played every beer joint tavern from New York city out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo and sold out every basketball arena
I like to get down with my boys in Afghanistan and Baghdad City too I am a red, white and blue blood graduate of honky tonk you
His star can't burn forever And the brightest ones will someday lose their shine But the glass won't ever be half empty in my optimistic mind I'll still have a song to sing and a band to turn it up and play it loud As long as there's a bar room with a corner stage and a honky tonk crowd
I've played every beer joint tavern from new York city out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo and sold out ever basketball arena I like to get down with my boys in Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Son I'm a red, white and blue blood graduate of honky tonk you That's right a red, white and blue blood graduate of honky tonk you