White knuckles on a hammer, out swingin' in the sun, I've been there
On a tractor in the summer, sweat rollin' down the back of that shirt
You work your a** off for a dollar, puttin' new wrinkles on a blue collar
Hoe-in the row y'all, till the weekend then we really start kickin' up dirt
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with America muscle
Gimme some blacktop so I can spread them wing on the hood of that Trans Am
And a sweet thing ridin' shottie, that's why God made the open road
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Grippin' the wheel with some white in your knuckles and ridin' around in American muscle
Yeah, we make it, we spend it, we love it, we live it we see what we want, we go get it
Hey Mr. Fender, thanks for the memories, you set the world on fire with six strings
We got 'em plugged in, we got 'em turned up, from garages to the Madison Square
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Gimme some Stevie, some Double Trouble, rockin' the house with American muscle
Keepin' our boots on American throttle, drinkin' our beer from American bottles
Up for the job and down for the hustle, gettin' it down with American muscle
American muscle