Red, White & Blue Jeans - Creed Fisher

I’m from down in the holler where the creek turns brown

Apple pie shine looks the same

Where the kids run loose, got the chickens in the coop

And the dog ain’t got no chain

You can call me white trash, you can say what you want

But, buddy, at the end of the day

I’m a true blue-collar sweating bullets for the dollar

Proud to live in the USA

Well, I’m A-M-E-R-I-C-A

I love guns, God, girls and the NRA

I say what I want at any given time

Ain’t afraid to pop a round right outta my 9

The roads are dirt and the hills are rolling green

In the land of the red, white, and blue jeans

The red and white, and blue jeans…

Well, I was out in the woods at about age six

Popping pennies outta trees with a Remington

Daddy taught me hard work, momma taught me class

And grandpa taught me how to kick someone’s ass

I grew up on Tombstone and Lonesome Dove

John Wayne, Wyatt Earp, and Dale Earnhardt

I was raised to respect and protect my kin

No matter right or wrong, or what they did

Well, A-M-E-R-I-C-A

I love guns, God, girls and the NRA

I say what I want at any given time

Ain’t afraid to pop a round right outta my 9

The roads are dirt and the hills are rolling green

In the land of the red, white, and blue jeans

The red and white, and blue jeans…

I might smoke a little grass but that’s okay

No worse than what I’m seeing on the news today

Hate groups putting their towns in flames

And that bitch Nancy wants to take our guns away

Everybody wanna lie just to save their ass

Don’t write a fat check that your ass can’t cash

I’m God-fearing barefoot, muddy water blood-line

Yelling USA at every single damn show of mine

Cause I’m A-M-E-R-I-C-A

I love guns, God, girls and the NRA

I say what I want at any given time

Ain’t afraid to pop a round right outta my 9

The roads are dirt and the hills are rolling green

In the land of the red, white, and blue jeans

Red, white, and blue jeans…

We’re loud

We’re proud

Stand up for what’s right, so bubba watch your mouth

Fire in a jar, John Deere Green

In the land of red, white, and blue jeans

Oh, yeah

Red, white, and blue jeans

These colors don’t run

It’s red white to the ol' blue

Why don’t you try to burn this one son

Red white and blue

Red white and blue jeans

Red white and blue