A pair of old leather boots
Like a .38 made out of brass
Grandpa's glass
Life's gonna do what it does
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough
Tough
Come on, take a ride with me
Like the 808s beatin' in the trunk in Atlanta, it was tough
It was kinda hard for me
Crawlin' through the mud, I couldn't find love, then we came up
Through the pain, gotta show 'em, give 'em light
Still family if you're wrong or you're right
No matter, we together
It's not somethin' that you wanna do, it's just somethin' you goin' through
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
Life's gonna do what it does
Sure as the good Lord's up abovе
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough
Tough
Tough like thе scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass (grandpa's glass)
Life's gonna do what it does
Sure as the good Lord's up above
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough (shine, shine)
Tell me how it's hard for you
Like the nickel-wound strings on your good old Gibson guitar
Tell me what it feel like
Like the smoke in the drawl of your "Y'all" and the way you talk slow
Oh yeah, yeah
Like the songs that your mama sang to you
And the way that it makes you tell the truth
If you come from where you come
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
Life's gonna do what it does
Sure as the good Lord's up above
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
Life's gonna do what it does
Sure as the good Lord's up above
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough
Tough, tough
Grandpa's glass
Ooh
Shine, shine
