May we all get to grow (G)up in a red, white and blue lit tle town,

get a won’t start hand (G)me down Ford to try to fix up

with some part time cash from driv in’ a trac tor, find a (C)sweet lit tle thing wears your ball cap back wards.

Kind a (Em)place you can’t wait to leave, but no bod y does,

’cause you’d miss it too much.

May we all know that noth in’ ain’t cool till you wear the new off, the sound of a quar ter roll in’ down a juke box.

Play the Trav is Tritt right a bove the 2 Pac ’fore you get lost down some (G)road, slow roll in’ with the top off the back of a Bron co, buy a cold six er with a cashed in lot to.

She’s smil in’ with her hair blow in’ out the win dow.

Where you ’bout to go?

Yeah, you (Em)learn to fly ’n’if you can’t, then you just free fall.

May we all.

May we all get to see those fields of green turn gold,

watch a march (Em)in’ band play with the har vest moon com in’ up,

and know that fif teen min utes of fa mous ain’t gon na be what makes us or breaks us, but we’ll all be (D)watch in’ the T V the day that it comes.

May we all

May we all do a lit tle bit bet ter than the first time, learn a lit tle some thin’ from the worst times, get a lit tle strong er from the hurt times.

May we all get to have a chance to ride the fast one, walk a way wis er when we crashed one, keep hop in’ that the best one is the last one.

Yeah, you (Em)learn to fly ’n’if you can’t, then you just free fall.

May we all.

May we all.

May we all.

May we all.

May we all.

May we all.

May we all.

May we all.

May we all.

Yeah, you (Em)learn to fly ’n’if you can’t, then you just free fall.

May we all.