Red
I'm talkin' 'bout the
sun comin' up
And the sun goin' down
On a John Deere turnin' up a
hard-work check
Makin' that blue-collar
country boy's neck red
I'm talkin' '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
Trackin' some white-tail
buck down
I ain't talkin' politics
I'm talkin' small town
And if you're from one you
know what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's everywhere I swear
from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed Bud heavy can
fadin' in the ditch
Like the Book of John
Like a barn door
And hearts your hand's 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
Red
I'm talkin' 'bout a
county line stop sign
full of birdshot
The cup your beer's in
sittin' 'round a fire
Like your bank account when
you bought them tires that led
You down a dirt road
And got some red lips
leanin' 'cross the console
I ain't talkin' politics
I'm talkin' small town
And if you're from one you
know what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's everywhere I swear
from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed Bud heavy can
fadin' in the ditch
Like the Book of John
Like a barn door
And hearts your hand's 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
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 talkin' politics
I'm talkin' small town
And if you're from one you
know what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's everywhere I swear
from the courthouse bricks
To a crushed Bud heavy can
fadin' in the ditch
Like the Book of John
Like a barn door
And hearts your hand's 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