| All the talkin' heads on TV, they sellin' their lies
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| Sayin' their way is better for livin' my life
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| And I’m fed up of them set up all high on that hill
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| They don’t give a damn 'bout a common man, hell, they never will
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| So say what you want to 'bout the things I hold true
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| And the fabric that makes up this red, white, and blue
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| 'Cause I’ll fight for my country 'til the day that I’m done
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| I’ve still got my God and I’ve still got my gun
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| I was raised up to stand up for what I thought was right
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| A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye
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| And do unto others as you’d be done to
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| If you do me wrong, mister, got it comin' to you
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| So you can say what you want to 'bout the things I hold true
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| And the fabric that makes up this red, white, and blue
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| 'Cause I’ll fight for my country 'til the day that I’m done
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| And I’ve still got my God and I’ve still got my gun
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| And if you want me, come get me, I ain’t hard to find
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| A .45 on my hip and the Lord on my side
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| So you can say what you want to 'bout the things I hold true
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| And the fabric that makes up this red, white, and blue
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| And I’ll fight for my country 'til the day that I’m done
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| And I’ve still got my God and I’ve still got my gun
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| And I’ll fight for my country 'til the day that I’m done
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| And I’ll still have my God and I’ll still have my gun |