| I was forged from the blood sweat and tears from my dad
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| Just like his dad and my grandaddy, and his before that
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| And we answered to the call when Uncle Sam cried
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| And you know that we always stand and fight for what is right
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| And we still sing Amazing Grace
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| At the Baptist church down the street from where I was raised
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| And I love to see the pride in every small town I go
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| And to see our flag flying high fills me with hope
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| I work my fingers to the bone
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| For my country, for my family, for my home
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| Now you may not understand but I don’t give a damn
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| 'Cause I know I’m a red, white and blue collar soul
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| Red, white and blue collar
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| I’m a red, white and blue collar soul, yeah
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| still full of bills to pay
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| Every drop of blood was a buck I made
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| Red, white, blue collar
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| Worked my ass off to make a dollar
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| Never owned a suit, never had a tie
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| My grandad said it was all about pride
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| Leather hands, farmer tan
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| If you don’t understand I don’t give a damn
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| Pouring through the hot tar, working the rooftops
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| 18 wheelers pile at truck stops
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| in the oil field count the sweat drops
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| Run the dogs till the goddamn clock stops
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| I work my fingers to the bone
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| For my country, for my family, for my home
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| Now you may not understand but I don’t give a damn
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| 'Cause I know I’m a red, white and blue collar soul
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| Red, white and blue collar
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| 'Cause I know I’m a red, white and blue collar soul, yeah
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| I got families in farms, I got family in the military
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| I got family turning wrenches
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| They work until that clock stops, we’re all red, white and blue collars
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| We’re the red, white and blue collar souls
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| I work my fingers to the bone
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| For my country, for my family, for my home
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| Now you may not understand but I don’t give a damn
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| 'Cause I know I’m a red, white and blue collar soul
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| Red, white and blue collar
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| 'Cause I know I’m a red, white and blue collar soul, yeah |