Lyrics of 6 Foot 7 - Trey Songs

Lord knows I ain't the kind to turn the other cheek
I don't always behave like the man I wanna be
I'll say for what it's worth
I got more than I deserve

I got a slow ride on a two-lane highway
A little whiskey in my cup
I got fried chicken at the church on Sundays
I'm wakin' up with the one I love
I got a patch of dirt I can work like my daddy did
A stock tank with a bank that I can fish
A long list of things I thank Him for
What every good old boy is prayin' for
I throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up in the air
Yeah, blue collar prayers

I may never own a big ol' mansion in Malibu
Or be a member of a country club with a million dollar view
But if you saw what I'm lookin' at
I wouldn't trade it for none of that

I got a slow ride on a two-lane highway
A little whiskey in my cup
I got fried chicken at the church on Sundays
I'm wakin' up with the one I love
I got a patch of dirt I can work like my daddy did
A stock tank with a bank that I can fish
A long list of things I thank Him for
What every good old boy is prayin' for
I throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up in the air
Yeah, blue collar prayers
(Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up in the air)

A slow ride on a two-lane highway
A little whiskey in my cup
I got fried chicken at the church every Sunday
I'm wakin' up with the one I love
I got a slow ride on a two-lane highway
A little whiskey in my cup
I got fried chicken at the church on Sundays
I'm wakin' up with the one I love
I got a patch of dirt I can work like my daddy did
A stock tank with a bank that I can fish
A long list of things I thank Him for
What every good old boy is prayin' for
I throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up in the air
Yeah, blue collar prayers

(Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up in the air)
Yeah, blue collar prayers
(Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up in the air)
Yeah, blue collar prayers
(Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up in the air)