"We all got something
That we hide
Behind those whiskey smiles
And sad cowboy eyes

We all got problems
The same blood in our veins
When we try to work it out on our own
We go insane

We all want an empire
That we can call our own
'Hey look at me I built this
But I’m still searching for a home’

By the time you hear this
You already know
That we ain’t perfect
Yeah but we can grow