Shit-kickin', suburban
I grew up bareback ridin'
Out on the weekends at old Park Tate'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 of 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 of my family
You know they let me be
To make my way through this world
In spite of everything
Tearin' down the dirt roads
Dean Brown's gas store
Walkin' past the old men
Get a load of that tomboy, kid
Flyin' out the backdoor
Down to the lakeshore
Fishin' 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
Damn, that trickery
Got the best of me, I'm gonna
Tear it down and start again
Granddaddy was a preacher
Built that church from the sand to the steeple
I didn't know him except by his journaling hand
If you can find him you can love him
But girl you gotta be honest about him
Or you'll be fightin' them weeds for the rest of your days
I'm a little bit left of the salt of the earth
But it's alright, I'll prove my worth
A little bit right of 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