Trace Adkins

He keeps a spit cup wedged 'tween the dash and the windshield
Wore out spot where his hand lays in the wheel
Fourteen years of back and forth
Of Work and Church and honey do's
He's a hardhat hammer swiggin' won't hear him whine
Kick some butt, wrap it up, crack a beer high five
God-fearing son of pride and strength
That's excatcly what he's turned into
He'll fight tooth and nail for his family
Give the shirt off his back for a friend in need.
Chorus:
So let's all raise a glass to the guy who never asked
Any praise for a job well done
All the blood, sweat, and tears standing tall no fear
It's long overdue
Here's to the American Man
Flies the stars and stripes on a pole in the front yard