| This land is hard, this land is mean
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| This dirt is ripped on the blood it’s seen
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| Raised on a good book, hand on a gun
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| Never backin' down, the American son
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| I was born from the blood of a workin' man
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| Stand and fight for those who can’t
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| I put my hand 'cross my heart even through the hard times
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| I get chills on my back when I see Old Glory fly
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| 'Cause this land is hard, this land is mean
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| This dirt is ripped on the blood it’s seen
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| Raised on a good book, hand on a gun
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| Never backin' down, the American son
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| I ain’t afraid to sweat, I ain’t afraid to bleed
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| Stand along for what we believe
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| Wrap around my feet, live on my knees
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| There ain’t no man gonna take it from me
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| 'Cause this land is hard, this land is mean
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| This dirt is ripped on the blood it’s seen
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| Raised on a good book, hand on a gun
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| Never backin' down, the American son
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| I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America
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| And to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, Indivisible,
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| with liberty and justice for all
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| We come from the farms and the ranches
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| Oilfield hand, the ones that turn wrenches
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| We built these bridges and roads
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| The big rig droppers, callin' low
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| The mason, the cop, the coal miner
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| The banker, the lawyer, the fire-fighter
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| I’m the man in the shadows who carries a gun
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| I’m a shootin' dog, the American son
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| I am the American son
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| Never backin' down, ain’t never gonna run
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| I am the American son
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| Never backin' down, ain’t never gonna run
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| I am the American son
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| Never backin' down, ain’t never gonna run
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| I am the American son
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| Gonna take it to my grave when they day is done |