So the dirt road you grew up on wasn’t paved in gold
And your spoon might’ve not have been silver
In your froot loops bowl
So you turned sixteen with some dollar tree streamers
Strung up at the pizza hut
Closest that you’ve been to Hollywood is when you went to Dollywood
So what?
We’re all a bunch of dots on maps
Little towns that nobody’s heard of
We grow up and go into the world
Trying to show’em all what we’re made of
Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
Be proud of where you came from
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
So your three room double wide
Ain’t sitting on a seaside coast
And your yacht, it’s an eight foot jon boat
But hell it floats
You might be making extra cash working weekends
At the sunglass kiosk in the mall
Or you’ll get rich quick with a Quikstop
Winning number ticket playing Powerball
We’re all a bunch of dots on maps
Little towns that nobody’s heard of
We grow up and go into the world
Trying to show’em all what we’re made of
Then we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
Be proud of where you came from
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
Nobody’s from the Hamptons, no
We’re hardworking two-star, blue collar
Boxed wine, mason jar drinkers
We’re all a little homemade, hand me down
Hang around, greener grass dreamers
Yeah, we spend our lives trying to turn boxes into mansions
Be proud of where you came from
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody’s from the Hamptons
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody’s from the Hamptons