Jillian Steele - John Dear

We drove your Honda Civic
Past the neon city limits
Now your Copenhagen cups in the console
Of your lifted Silverado
I’m not sure this knew look fits ya
You’ve changed so much since your bar mitzvah
Sometimes I miss ya
But I don’t even know who you are here

John dear
You don’t gotta to try so hard
So what we ain’t fresh off the farm
I Wasn’t raised in a barn either
I grew up listening to Justin Bieber
Look at you with your trucker hat on
And your brand new accent strong
Aw shucks, big trucks, cold beer
(But) you ain’t got a tractor to steer
John dear

You could be yourself you know
Country don’t have a dress code
You don’t gotta pull up your roots
Boy to rock a pair of cowboy boots
And I don’t really think it’s a sin
That Sheryl crow was my Loretta Lynn
Just live your truth , yeah
Whatcha tryna prove here

John dear
You don’t gotta to try so hard
So what we ain’t fresh off the farm
I Wasn’t raised in a barn either
I grew up listening to Justin Bieber
Look at you with your trucker hat on
And your brand new accent strong
Aw shucks, big trucks, cold beer
(But) you ain’t got a tractor to steer
John dear

We’ve all been there
We’ve all been scared
Thinking no one will care

But
John Dear
You don’t gotta find a horse to reign
You can play your video games
Just be who you are
Yeehaw

John dear
You don’t gotta try so hard
So what we ain’t fresh on the farm
I Wasn’t raised in a barn either
I grew up listening to Justin Bieber
Look at you with your trucker hat on
Can’t name a George strait song
Aw shucks, big trucks, cold beer
(But) you ain’t got a tractor to steer
John dear

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