Dear haters

Lyrics

(Verse 1) I rolled into town with a beat-up guitar And a dream that was bigger than this rusty old bar They said "Who does she think she is, with that small-town drawl?" Said "Stick to the hay bales, girl, you're gonna fall" I heard the whispers flying 'cross the dive bar floor But I just tipped my hat and walked right out the door (Pre-Chorus) You can write my name in the dirt You can say my heart's gonna hurt But every word you throw just fuels this flame (Chorus) Dear haters, thanks for the free press You're just adding fuel to my success Keep on talking, it's a sweet, sweet sound Every time you put me down, I rise up off the ground Dear haters, bless your little hearts You're just playing your tired old part But I'm still standing in these worn-out boots While you're stuck in your negative roots So dear haters, keep on doing what you do It just makes me shine right on through (Verse 2) You screenshot my posts and you laugh at my clothes But my name's on the marquee, honey, everyone knows You can call it luck, you can call it a fluke But I'm out here working while you're just a rebuke I pulled my truck up to the Nashville sign Took a deep breath and left your noise behind (Pre-Chorus) You can write my name in the dirt You can say my heart's gonna hurt But every word you throw just fuels this flame (Chorus) Dear haters, thanks for the free press You're just adding fuel to my success Keep on talking, it's a sweet, sweet sound Every time you put me down, I rise up off the ground Dear haters, bless your little hearts You're just playing your tired old part But I'm still standing in these worn-out boots While you're stuck in your negative roots So dear haters, keep on doing what you do It just makes me shine right on through (Bridge) I ain't got time for the poison you pour I'm too busy walking through that open door So pour another round, yeah, let it rain Your hate's my champagne (Final Chorus – Key Change) Dear haters, thanks for the free press You're adding fuel to my success Keep on talking, that's a sweet, sweet sound Every time you put me down, I shake the ground Dear haters, bless your hearts for real I'm too busy loving how I feel I'm still standing in these worn-out boots While you're stuck in your negative roots Oh, dear haters, keep on doing what you do 'Cause it just makes me shine right on through (Outro) Yeah, shine right on through... So thank you, thank you... Dear haters... (fading with a twangy electric guitar riff) I'm still here... bless your hearts.