| I’m from down in the holler where the creek turns brown
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| Apple pie shine looks the same
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| Where the kids run loose, got the chickens in the coop
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| And the dog ain’t got no chain
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| You can call me white trash, you can say what you want
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| But, buddy, at the end of the day
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| I’m a true blue-collar sweating bullets for the dollar
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| Proud to live in the USA
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| Well, I’m A-M-E-R-I-C-A
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| I love guns, God, girls and the NRA
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| I say what I want at any given time
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| Ain’t afraid to pop a round right outta my 9
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| The roads are dirt and the hills are rolling green
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| In the land of the red, white, and blue jeans
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| The red and white, and blue jeans…
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| Well, I was out in the woods at about age six
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| Popping pennies outta trees with a Remington
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| Daddy taught me hard work, momma taught me class
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| And grandpa taught me how to kick someone’s ass
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| I grew up on Tombstone and Lonesome Dove
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| John Wayne, Wyatt Earp, and Dale Earnhardt
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| I was raised to respect and protect my kin
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| No matter right or wrong, or what they did
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| Well, A-M-E-R-I-C-A
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| I love guns, God, girls and the NRA
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| I say what I want at any given time
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| Ain’t afraid to pop a round right outta my 9
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| The roads are dirt and the hills are rolling green
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| In the land of the red, white, and blue jeans
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| The red and white, and blue jeans…
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| I might smoke a little grass but that’s okay
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| No worse than what I’m seeing on the news today
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| Hate groups putting their towns in flames
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| And that bitch Nancy wants to take our guns away
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| Everybody wanna lie just to save their ass
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| Don’t write a fat check that your ass can’t cash
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| I’m God-fearing barefoot, muddy water blood-line
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| Yelling USA at every single damn show of mine
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| Cause I’m A-M-E-R-I-C-A
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| I love guns, God, girls and the NRA
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| I say what I want at any given time
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| Ain’t afraid to pop a round right outta my 9
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| The roads are dirt and the hills are rolling green
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| In the land of the red, white, and blue jeans
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| Red, white, and blue jeans…
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| We’re loud
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| We’re proud
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| Stand up for what’s right, so bubba watch your mouth
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| Fire in a jar, John Deere Green
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| In the land of red, white, and blue jeans
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| Oh, yeah
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| Red, white, and blue jeans
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| These colors don’t run
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| It’s red white to the ol' blue
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| Why don’t you try to burn this one son
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| Red white and blue
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| Red white and blue jeans
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| Red white and blue |