Midland - Intellectual

[Intro]

[?], is the mic pickin' it up? Okay

Um, so after I wrote this song, my brother heard it and he just wanted to make sure I’ll let y'all know that he drives a Ford F-150

I sure do love me a blue-collar baby

Go to work all day, then come home to his lady

And I think you're the finest of your kind

But I don’t belong here, I'm just making my rounds

I can stay for Christmas, then I gotta leave town

And you would too if you had half a mind

"44 acres with mineral rights

Half of it's yours if you sign the line"

And I said, "There ain't a chance in hell this is where I die"

'Cause I'll wreck my daddy's Bronco

Turn on pop country radio

See something flyin', it’s a UFO

And the Cowboys just won the Super Bowl

Before you drag my ass back to Midland

I paid my dues, more than anybody should’ve

I would've packed up my boots and ran sooner if I could’ve

But this town ropes you in with a dollar sign

And you look good, and your jokes are funny

Lord knows you've got all the money

But there ain't no chance this is where I die

'Cause I’ll plant my roots in Oklahoma

My redneck brother trades in his Tacoma

For a car that runs on a lithium battery

Before you drag my ass back to Midland

I'm proud to be an oil rigger's daughter

We got crude for sale

We got dreams for slaughter

And we got the best bars from here to Tennessee

But if you come looking

Well I'll be booking it

Sorry baby, but you must have mistaken me

For somebody who's got way different dreams

Because I'll go back to school if it's God's will

Sell my songs and my car just to pay the bills

You'll see Jesus walk the streets of Nashville

Before you drag my ass

'Fore you drag my ass

'Fore you drag my ass back to Midland