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Shit kickin’, suburban, I grew up bareback ridin’ Out on the weekends at ol’ Partain’s “If you can catch ‘em, you can ride ‘em.” That’s what the old man said to us kids I took that and ran for the rest of my days I’m a little bit left of the “salt of the Earth” Not too proud, I’ll prove my worth A little bit right- my family, you know, they let me be To make my way through this world, in spite of everything Shit kickin’, suburban, for all I’m worth I’m a Honda girl Trail 90 Burn my calf, every time I’d ride it That carburetor left its mark on me “If you can start ‘em, you can ride ‘em.” That’s what my daddy said to us kids I took that and ran for the rest of my days I’m a little bit left of the “salt of the Earth” Not too proud, I’ll prove my worth A little bit right - my family, you know, they let me be To make my way through this world, in spite of everything Tearing down the dirt roads Letras de cancionesDean Brown’s gas store Walking past the old men “Get a load of that tomboy kid.” Flying out the back door Down to the lake shore Fishing pole, bait worms “Delta Dawn” in my head Catchin’ and releasin’ Didn’t feel it creepin’ That Kudzu covered me, like it would set me free From the old ways, and the old men But damn that trickery, it got the best of me I’m gonna tear it down and start again Grand-daddy was a preacher Built that church from the sand to the steeple I didn’t know him except by his journalin' hand If you can find him, you can love him But girl, you got to be honest about him Or you’ll be fighting them weeds for the rest of your days I’m a little bit left of the “salt of the Earth” That’s alright, I’ll prove my worth A little bit right-but my family, you know, they set me free To make my way through this world, in spite of everything Shit kickin’, suburban, for all I’m worth Shit kickin’, suburban, for all I’m worth From Letras Mania