| You know I grew up watchin' them old Duke boys on TV with my daddy and my
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| granddaddy
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| It’s a damn shame they try to take that from us now
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| Good thing I got all of 'em on DVD so I can show my boy one day what it was
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| like growin' up in the south before everybody was a pansy
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| If Uncle Jesse was here, he wouldn’t play these games (Nuh-uh)
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| My whole childhoods fadin' 'cause there’s too much change (Damn)
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| Ol' number 1 was flyin' through that sky (Yee haw)
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| Duke Boys havin' fun, every Friday night (Come on)
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| Stars and bars on the roof of the car, yessir
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| Daisy Duke on the wall above the dresser
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| Nobody got hurt, (Nuh uh) it was TV fun
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| A bunch dads watchin' tube with their outlaw sons (Ha ha)
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| Everybody now’s a victim, a walkin' contradiction
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| A made up series that was obviously fiction (Nuh uh)
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| Not to me, (Not to me) not my crew
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| We used to fight in the yard playin' Bo or Luke
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| 30 years flew by and now a sign of the times
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| And that old General Lee, (Yes sir) was just fine
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| News flash Jack, were still runnin' around
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| My rebel flag flies high while I stand my ground
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| Gonna stand my ground with my flag up high
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| Gonna wave it side to side
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| A southern bred redneck American
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| Show my southern pride
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| Stars and bars on trucks and cars
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| Everywhere I turn my head
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| Gonna take mine, you can get in line
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| Gonna fly mine 'til I’m dead
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| I can scream these words 'til I’m blue in the face (Yeah)
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| And I can stand my ground so don’t you get in my face
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| Southern boy with a neck so red it might bleed
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| Rebel flag so high you think it grows in the trees
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| Even the roads are red in that southern clay
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| And the south ain’t dead no matter what they say
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| Try and ban my flag, you got another thought comin' (Come on)
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| Your feelings get hurt while the creek’s still bumpin'
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| South never died Jack, I’ll say it again
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| And I’m gonna stand my ground with a Dixie grin (Ha ha ha ha)
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| Middle fingers to your face thinkin' I’m a disgrace (Nuh uh)
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| Bump them gums if you want, well let me clean your plate
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| You can read them books, I don’t care what you found
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| My flag flies high while I stand my ground
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| Southern fried redneck, yea the party ain’t stoppin'
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| When I’m dead you can put me in a rebel flag coffin
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| Gonna stand my ground with my flag up high
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| Gonna wave it side to side
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| A southern bred redneck American
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| Show my southern pride
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| Stars and bars on trucks and cars
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| Everywhere I turn my head
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| Gonna take mine, you can get in line
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| Gonna fly mine 'til I’m dead
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| Stars and bars on trucks and cars
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| Everywhere I turn my head
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| Gonna take mine, you can get in line
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| Gonna fly mine 'til I’m dead
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| Stars and bars on trucks and cars
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| Everywhere I turn my head
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| Gonna take mine, you can get in line
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| Gonna fly mine 'til I’m dead
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| Stars and bars on trucks and cars
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| Gonna fly mine 'til I’m dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stand My Ground , by - Moccasin Creek. Song from the album Hillbilly Rockstar, in the genre Кантри