I wear a greasy ball cap
I like my shirt untucked
I spend Saturdays working on my [bad word] 
I don't like to fight
But I ain't scared to bleed
Most don't mess with a guy like me

 [bad word] 
'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work
Our best blue jeans have skoal rings
We wear our boots to church
So rough around the edges
It's hard to believe 
That girls like you
Love guys like me

Your daddy worked at the bank
Mine worked on cars
You went to college
I pulled graveyard
You must have had your pick
Of all the [bad word] fund types
But you came back to me and only God knows why

(Repeat [bad word] 

Now there's a lot of guys like me out there
In a lot of little towns
And tellin' all our buddies, we won't ever settle down
We say thats just the way we are and the way we'll always be
So God sends girls like you for guys like me
Thank God there's girls like you, for guys like me