Guys Like Me

I wear a greasy ball-cap
I like my shirt untucked.
I spend Saturday's workin' on my truck.
I don't like to fight but I ain't scared to bleed.
Most don't mess with a guy like me.

'Cause guys like me drink too many beers,
On Friday after work.
My best blue jeans have Skol rings;
We wear our boots to church.
So rough around the edges, it's hard to believe,
That girls like you love guys like me.

Your Daddy worked at the bank; mine worked on cars.
You went to college; I pulled graveyard.
You musta had your pick of all the trust-fund types,
But you came back to me an' only God knows why.

'Cause guys like me drink too many beers,
On Friday after work.
My best blue jeans have Skol rings;
We wear our boots to church.
So rough around the edges, it's hard to believe,
That girls like you love guys like me.

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(Yeah!)

Now there's a lotta guys like me out there,
In a lotta little towns.
Now, tellin' all our buddies,
We won't ever settle down.
We say that's just the way we are,
An' the way we'll always be.
So God sends girls like you for guys like me.
Thank God there's girls like you for guys like me.

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