| Song | Tried And True |
| Artist | Montgomery Gentry |
| Album | Carrying On |
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| Written:Clay Davidson/Matt Hendrix | |
| I was born in a small town in the hills of Tennessee | |
| Kentucky raised, just a country boy and that's all I'll ever be | |
| My daddy ran a still house to keep us kids alive | |
| Just doin' what he had to do after mama died | |
| The same people that called him no good | |
| Would meet him in the back woods for a little taste | |
| He said I may take your money but don't put yourself above me | |
| Don't cut me down as you walk away | |
| You don't know me you don't know who I am | |
| You don't know the pain that I've been through | |
| So don't judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don't need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| I left home at sixteen with a guitar on my back | |
| With everything I called my own I carried in a paper sack | |
| Spent years of havin' nothin' and sleepin' in my car | |
| I'd drive all day and play all night | |
| In the honky tonks and bars | |
| The same people that called me crazy | |
| Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything | |
| Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste | |
| Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but | |
| You don't know me you don't know who I am | |
| You don't know the pain that I've been through | |
| So don't judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don't need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| The same people that called me crazy | |
| Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything | |
| Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste | |
| Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but | |
| You don't know me you don't know who I am | |
| You don't know the pain that I've been through | |
| So don't judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don't need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| The blood in these veins is tried and true |
| Written: Clay Davidson Matt Hendrix | |
| I was born in a small town in the hills of Tennessee | |
| Kentucky raised, just a country boy and that' s all I' ll ever be | |
| My daddy ran a still house to keep us kids alive | |
| Just doin' what he had to do after mama died | |
| The same people that called him no good | |
| Would meet him in the back woods for a little taste | |
| He said I may take your money but don' t put yourself above me | |
| Don' t cut me down as you walk away | |
| You don' t know me you don' t know who I am | |
| You don' t know the pain that I' ve been through | |
| So don' t judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don' t need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| I left home at sixteen with a guitar on my back | |
| With everything I called my own I carried in a paper sack | |
| Spent years of havin' nothin' and sleepin' in my car | |
| I' d drive all day and play all night | |
| In the honky tonks and bars | |
| The same people that called me crazy | |
| Said I' m too lazy to amount to anything | |
| Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste | |
| Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but | |
| You don' t know me you don' t know who I am | |
| You don' t know the pain that I' ve been through | |
| So don' t judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don' t need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| The same people that called me crazy | |
| Said I' m too lazy to amount to anything | |
| Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste | |
| Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but | |
| You don' t know me you don' t know who I am | |
| You don' t know the pain that I' ve been through | |
| So don' t judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don' t need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| The blood in these veins is tried and true |
| Written: Clay Davidson Matt Hendrix | |
| I was born in a small town in the hills of Tennessee | |
| Kentucky raised, just a country boy and that' s all I' ll ever be | |
| My daddy ran a still house to keep us kids alive | |
| Just doin' what he had to do after mama died | |
| The same people that called him no good | |
| Would meet him in the back woods for a little taste | |
| He said I may take your money but don' t put yourself above me | |
| Don' t cut me down as you walk away | |
| You don' t know me you don' t know who I am | |
| You don' t know the pain that I' ve been through | |
| So don' t judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don' t need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| I left home at sixteen with a guitar on my back | |
| With everything I called my own I carried in a paper sack | |
| Spent years of havin' nothin' and sleepin' in my car | |
| I' d drive all day and play all night | |
| In the honky tonks and bars | |
| The same people that called me crazy | |
| Said I' m too lazy to amount to anything | |
| Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste | |
| Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but | |
| You don' t know me you don' t know who I am | |
| You don' t know the pain that I' ve been through | |
| So don' t judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don' t need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| The same people that called me crazy | |
| Said I' m too lazy to amount to anything | |
| Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste | |
| Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but | |
| You don' t know me you don' t know who I am | |
| You don' t know the pain that I' ve been through | |
| So don' t judge me till you stand where I stand | |
| I don' t need you or anyone else to approve | |
| Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true | |
| The blood in these veins is tried and true |