Small Town Street Cred
Justin Moore Song Lyrics

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

Just to hang 'em up over our beds

We were e'd up with it, we were all tryna get at 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.

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

You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred

You had to learn and burn that diesel and earn that small town street cred, yeah...