Red
I'm talking 'bout the sun coming up, and the sun going down
On a John Deere turning up a hard work check
Making that blue collar country boy's neck
Red
I'm talking 'bout the color of them jerseys on a Friday night
At the end of another long hot dry summer
'Tween the dust and the rust the trucks are half covered in
Red
Like a bloodhound
Tracking some white tail buck down
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
Like the book of John, like a barn door
And heart your hands over cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white
And red
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Red
I'm talkin' 'bout a county line stop sign full of bird shot
The cup your beer's in sitting 'round a fire
Like your, bank account when you bought them tires
That led
You down a dirt road and got some red lips leaning cross the console
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
Like the book of John, like a barn door
And heart your hands over 'cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white
And red
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It don't matter who you are, got your back if that's what you need
'Cause at the end of the day hey we all bleed
Red
I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town
And if you're from one you know what I'm talking 'bout
It's everywhere I swear from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed bud heavy can fading in the ditch
Like the book of John, like a barn door
And heart your hands over cause you're thankful for
Every shipped off soul that was born to fight
For a wind torn flag that's blue and white
And red
Yeah a wind torn flag that's blue and white
And red
Yeah a wind torn flag that's blue and white
And red