They are God-fearing,
gun-toting guys
Camo-smearing,
wear bolo ties
Track down the deer,
dress it up nice
Stare down their fear
dead in the eyes
Strike up a fire,
stir the red coals,
Buy fishing wire
Restring the poles
Honest, hard-working,
Good guys to the core
Loving and living,
And work till they’re sore
Stretch the barb-wires,
Tack down the shoe
Rotate the tires,
That’s all you can do
Nowhere, USA,
The town off the grid
They start early today,
To work the long shift
Their collars are blue,
But They’re all they can be
It’s Nowhere to you,
But it’s Somewhere to me.
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