We work in the factories and the fields
Assembly lines and coal mines and the steel mills
Thats what we do but theres more than us than that
If you want to know who we are it son the logos of our caps
Were Mountaineers, volunteers
Were the tide that rolls, were Seminoles
Were the herd the long steer
We drive Ford and Chevrolet
Shoot twenty-four and eighty-eight
We crank up our music Friday nights
On two thousand country stations
Yeah, were one big country nation, thats right
We might fix your water pump, your AC
Bring your apple pie, and fill your glass of tea
Take that Fedex package to your door
But underneath that apron or that uniform
Were Wild Cats, Wolverines
Were Tigers, Buckeyes, Bruins
Bulldogs, Hogs, and Hurricanes
We pray before we race
Cheer fourteen and forty-eight
We drink ice-cold beer on Friday nights
Yeah, were one big country nation, thats right
Were all across the map
Down city streets and old dirt roads
Were the fabric of this nation
And were a nation on our own
Were Mountaineers, volunteers
Were Devils, Heels, and Rebels
Fighting Irish and Cavaliers
We supe up our Chevrolets
Cheer twenty-four and eighty-eight
And we crank up the same songs Friday night
On two thousand country stations
Yeah, were one big country nation, thats right