putting it in his words...

i did not grow up with guns, the only purpose of a gun was to kill someone breaking in to your house.

my dad never killed a deer to feed his family, my mom would just stop by the grocery store to pick up anything we needed.

a truck was only required to take furniture to the d.i.

a rodeo was just some place to go after a parade.

my family didn't wear wranglers, cowboy hats, or boots.

boy have things changed.

Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son
Our necks are burnt, our roads are dirt and our trucks ain't clean
The dogs run lose, we smoke, we chew and fry everything
Out here, way out here


We won't take a dime if we ain't earned it
When it comes to weight brother we pull our own
If it's our backwoods way of livin' you're concerned with
You can leave us alone
We're about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here

We got a fightin' side a mile wide but we pray for peace
'Cause it's mostly us that end up servin' overseas
If it was up to me I'd love to see this country run
Like it used to be, oughta be, just like it's done
Out here, way out here

I heard this song and it seriously teared me up. it is like they know ryan. it is like they know what matters to us. and maybe HOOPER ain't 'way out here' we sometimes live like it is! i think today it all just clicked, we are the way we are and it is good to be this way. we love our faith, family, friends and country and i think thats all that really counts!

disclaimer: we do not smoke or chew. promise.