Florida Georgia Line – People Are Different

15 februari 2019 komt het nieuwe album Can’t Say I Ain’t Country uit van Florida Georgia Line. Dit People Are Different is een track van het album die vorige week al werd uitgebracht.

Songtekst:

White collar, blue collar, hillbilly, high dollar
Hot head, pot head, non-believer, holy water
Big city, small town, y’all take a look around
People are different

Heavy metal, hip hop, steal toe, flip flops
Sip it slow, cold beer, hits you fast, whiskey shot
Accent North, South, good as gold, sailor mouth
People are different

Yeah, we all know it’s true
But it don’t mean that me and you

Can’t walk down a street
And smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve
And love thy neighbor
No matter what shape
No matter what color
Break bread instead of fighting each other

Slip on a pair of another man’s shoes
You’ll see by the time you get back
This old world would be a whole lot better place
If we’d all just embraced the fact
That people are different
People are different

Left wing, right wing, jail house, freedom ring
Old school, new school, everything in-between
Like a snowflake no fingerprint’s the same
And people are different

I wish that it was something that we all understood
Lord knows it’d do us all some good

To walk down a street
And smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve
And love thy neighbor
No matter what shape
No matter what color
Break bread instead of fighting each other

Slip on a pair of another man’s shoes
You’ll see by the time you get back
This old world would be a whole lot better place
If we’d all just embraced the fact
That people are different
Yeah, people are different

You can turn on the TV
Change the channel if you don’t like what you see
You can get your money back if it ain’t your size
You can throw it in the trash if you don’t like it
But listen, people are different

So walk down a street
And smile at a stranger
Heart on your sleeve
And love thy neighbor
No matter what shape
No matter what color
Break bread instead of fighting each other

Slip on a pair of another man’s shoes
You’ll see by the time you get back
This old world would be a whole lot better place
If we’d all just embraced the fact
That people are different
People are different
People are different
Whoa, yeah