Bottles and Cans Country Hustle

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sun comes up, I hit the gravel, Bottles clinkin’ in my sack. Every can’s a dollar waitin’, Turnin’ trash into some cash. [Chorus] Bottles and cans, country hustle, Makin’ moves when times get tight. Got my boots in the dirt, Never too proud to work, Pickin’ up by the moon’s last light. [Verse 2] Folks might say I’m down and out, But I’m king of this backroad route. Ain’t no shame in my low-down pride, This old truck’s my saving ride. [Chorus] Bottles and cans, country hustle, Makin’ moves when times get tight. Got my boots in the dirt, Never too proud to work, Pickin’ up by the moon’s last light. [Bridge] Ain’t about what I ain’t got, Just a dream and this parking lot. Fingers sore, but my heart’s still free, This junk’s buildin’ the best of me. [Outro]