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[Verse 1] I moved to Bozeman with a box truck full of dreams Now my name gets hissed at by the checkout line queen Bought a little place where the fence is too shiny And the neighbors all act like I stole their country from me I say “howdy” too loud, wear boots way too clean Got a California plate and a ten-gallon scheme Took one look at the price and I still said “I’ll take it” Now I’m part of the problem and I’m not even shaking [Pre-Chorus] I know what they see Same face, same sin Another damn outsider Trying to settle in [Chorus] THE LOCALS HATE ME And they kinda should THE LOCALS HATE ME But I love this hood I’m that kind of guy That they warn the town about THE LOCALS HATE ME I’m still hanging around [Verse 2] I pulled up to the river with a rod and a cooler Got three coolers deep and one too many rules, sir Parked in the trailhead like I owned the place Then I posted one sunset and ruined the whole day Bought land by the acre, took the quiet and the view Turned one more old barn into a polished-up “rustic” new I’m the guy in the feed store with a phone on his belt Asking where the “best secret spot” is and helping myself [Pre-Chorus] I know that look I know that stare I’m the reason for the sigh In the grocery air [Chorus] THE LOCALS HATE ME And they kinda should THE LOCALS HATE ME But I love this hood I’m that kind of guy That they warn the town about THE LOCALS HATE ME I’m still hanging around [Rap Break] Yeah, I’m the new guy, blue tag, high price, big talk Out-of-state plate, long drive, small town, zip lock Bought a cabin, then I bragged, that’s my bad, my sin Now the old boys roll their eyes when I walk in Crowd the creek, crowd the trail, crowd the bar, crowd the store Then I ask for one more mountain like I’m owed one more I brought oat milk, patio chairs, and a dog named Beau And a couch so soft it probably needs its own zip code I’m the tax-base joke, the fresh-cut joke, the “here he comes” The guy who says “community” and claps on the one and thumps I’m the reason every “for sale” sign seems to vanish fast And I still say “man, this place is heaven” with my whole chest [Bridge] They can grumble, they can glare They can mutter everywhere I’m still here, still on the map Still coming back, still coming back [Chorus] THE LOCALS HATE ME And they kinda should THE LOCALS HATE ME But I love this hood I’m that kind of guy That they warn the town about THE LOCALS HATE ME I’m still hanging around [Final Chorus] THE LOCALS HATE ME Yeah, I said it first THE LOCALS HATE ME I might be the worst Bought the view, learned the slang Still don’t know when to leave THE LOCALS HATE ME But Montana’s home to me THE LOCALS HATE ME Let ’em roll their eyes THE LOCALS HATE ME I’m not going anywhere tonight If I’m the joke, I’m laughing too That’s just how this story goes THE LOCALS HATE ME And Montana knows
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