Songtext von Don't Mind

I was raised down an old dirt road Put the grit in my teeth and the gravel in my throat Put jesus in my heart and the devil on my mind Working my hands and the belt on my behind Never been the kind to run From nobody, I'm a smokin' gun I'm the bullet in the air and the fire in the night Blood on your knuckles and a finish to your fight And ('Cause) I don't mind gettin' rowdy I don't mind gettin' loud I dont' mind gettin' crazy I don't mind gettin' down I don't mind gettin' dirty I don't mind raisin' hell I don't mind, don't mind very well When I was 16 I had an old Ford Had rust on the hood, had a dent in the door Had a big block engine; She was 4-wheel drive Guess we was doin about 95 Blue lights flashed outta my rear view Small-town cops; nothin' better to do Tore through a field; rolled the truck 3 times Lucky for me, I crossed the county line I am the son of a son of a son of a workin man That's what I am Aw, but when Friday comes I cash my check with bottles in both hands