Morgan Wallen - Don't We (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Morgan Wallen - Don't We (en) Lyrics
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Wouldn't trade this holler for
a stone-cold million dollars
My green all comes blue collar,
and I'm all good with that
This world's been changin', but these
folks 'round here, they ain't been
They all still windshield wavin'
when they slow rollin' past
We could live a little
higher on the hog
But I don't think that
we'd be no better off
Not everybody got that
spot out in the forty
Some ten-point buck they shot,
hangin' like a velvet trophy
Fridays in parkin' lots outside
of somewhere holy
Not everybody likes this kind of
life, but we do, don't we?
Still workin' hard likе
my daddy told me
Still keepin' lowkey
Still ridin' high behind
thеm low beams
If you don't know about this
nowhere, you don't know me
Not everybody thinks we got it
made, but we do, don't we?
It might be simple, but these
two lanes, they're my temple
And that river rollin' gentle
wash my worries away
I used to hate it, but I traveled
lots of pavement
And there ain't no better places
at the end of the day
So I pass the plate and thank
the Lord He put me here
And pray that times like mine
don't ever disappear
Still workin' hard like
my daddy told me
Still ridin' high behind
them low beams
Yeah
But we do, don't we?
Not everybody takes off their hat
Stands for the flag that them boys
overseas got on their sleeve
Not everybody dies where they're born,
takes a field full of corn
And turns it into whiskey,
say it with me
Yeah, we do, don't we?
(But we do, don't we?)
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