He was a midwest man With a gun in his hand Working real hard do everything he can Just rolling cigarettes And singing the blues Living everyday with nothing to loose He was born in the nighttime In the middle of a rain In a little old town too wild to tame He's a tried and true All through and through He's tried and true All through and through He waking every evening Just lying on the floor Riding all day in his four by four He likes the old time music On the radio Coffee in the morning and he's all ready to go. He's a tried and true All through and through He's tried and true All through and through When the weekend comes He buys another round Stays out late until the moon down Now wherever you going He's along for the ride He likes his women fast and his chicken fried He's a tried and true All through and through He's tried and true All through and through