Lyrics Justin Moore – Small Town Street Cred

Some of us drove a Chevy
Some of us drove a Ford
But we all kept an acre and half foot of mud caked up on the doors
We were ripping licks and chasing white tails

I got mine
How ’bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up
I’m bettin’ it’s a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred

You had to hold your liquor
You had to hold your ground
Had to hold on to the football
Had to make that home crowd proud
That girl that was hell down the hall
Was heaven in the truck bed
She was wearing your jacket, you were showin’ love, stackin’ that small town street cred

I got mine
How ’bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up
I’m bettin’ it’s a surefire bet
You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred

I got mine
How ’bout you?
Are you qualified, bonafide, certified through and through?
If you grew up how I grew up
I’m bettin’ it’s a surefire bet