I know where I come from:

How 'bout you? I don't need baggy clothes,

Or rings in my nose to be cool.

The scars on my knuckles,

Match these scuffs on these cowboy boots.

An' there's a whole lot more like me:

How 'bout you?

How 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do?

To tell the truth, I think we're the chosen few.

An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do?

'Cause, man, I know where I come from:

How 'bout you?