There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now
Talkin' 'bout how it used to be
When I was young I was a [bad word] of a man
My father died when I was ten
I hit the road to find a job
Had to feed my family
Times were hard my hands are still scarred
From the life I've had to lead
I was born [bad word] 
Drove a tractor and trailer all my life
Six kids and a [bad word] of a wife
Made lots of money it all slipped away
large family that's the price you pay
I always dreamed never gave up
Son, even when times got tough
That's when I'd push it a little bit more
You should've heard that engine roar
 [bad word] 
I was born [bad word] Can't slow down
No regrets, I've been blessed
Born [bad word] In time you'll see what the good Lord's done for me
Born [bad word] I can't slow down
No regrets, I did my best
Born [bad word] In time you'll see
What the good Lord's done, done for me

The old man, he passed away
And all he said never crossed my mind
Until I saw the price he payed
Was a lot like mine
I'm full and though it's miles away
Gotta hit the city right on time
And when I'm on I'll always sing little song of mine
I was born [bad word] 
(repeat [bad word]