That tractor, Massey red paint Takes you couple more cranks these days, but it still hold up Yeah, it still holds up That 45, wax wailing song Everytime it comes on, it might have a little crack, a little vinyl But give it a little time and it will hit you down deep in the gut It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine Like a cold, glass bottle coke And Mama cooking in the kitchen Man, it never gets old Like who I am, and where Im from Damn right, sure enough, it still holds up Like Papa still looking at my Mama Like he did back in 64 Even though he might be a little older Every vow that he told her It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine Like a cold, glass bottle coke And Mama cooking in the kitchen Man, it never gets old Like who I am, and where Im from Damn right, sure enough, it still holds up Yeah, it still holds up So Im gonna keep on, holding that door Holding her tight, treating her right Gonna tell her that I love her, every day and night Cause what we got It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine Like a cold, glass bottle coke Like a wolf swinging from a live oak It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit Agent Like a code, glass bottle coke And Mama cooking in the kitchen Man, it never gets old Like who I am, and where Im from Damn right, sure enough Its like who I am, and where Im from It still holds up Yeah, it still holds up
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