Tekster: Justin Moore. Small Town USA. Good Ole American Way.

Wear my name on the back of my belt
Believe there's a God to save me from hell
And dirt roads were made for country boys like me
Don't belive in politically correct
You wanna a piece better have a set
A rifle and a four wheel drive is all I need
Small mouth bass on the end of a hook
Daddy read from the good book

Chorus:
I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole American way
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way

Got sense enough to know things change
But the little man's getting screwed today
Somebody with a backbone please stand up
Oh we worked so hard to get this far
Now we're forgetting everything and just call it love
Don't tell me there ain't somethin' wrong
Somebody's gotta sing this song

Chorus:
I'm just a country boy from this land
Makin' a living with these two hands
Still believe in the good ole American way
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way

We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole American way

I wear my name on the back of my belt
Believe there's a God to save me from hell
And dirt roads were made for country boys like me