Red, White & Blue

My grandmama worked on a factory floor,

Sewing leather for minimum wage,

While my granddaddy worked all the beer joints in town,

Tryin' to forget the memories he made.

Because when daddy was born in 1945,

We'd been fighting for what we believed.

Along with five other brothers, who stood by his side

They were ready they were willing to bleed.

Red, white and blue

Those colors mean something

Those colors stay true.

Like my family before me,

I'll feel it too.

The blood that's in my veins,

Runs red, white and blue.

My daddy grew up, on the wrong side of poor

Rubbin' nickels together for heat.

Well, he and his sister had barely got by

With the clothes and the shoes on their feet.

So he joined the service when he was 18

Like his daddy and his uncles before.

He was ready to die for what he believed

To fight for what's worth fightin' for

Red, white and blue

Those colors mean something

Those colors stay true.

Like my family before me,

I'll feel it too.

The blood that's in my veins,

Runs red, white and blue.

Well me and my sisters got kids of our own

And my brothers comin up on sixteen

And my daddy taught us all how to live off the land

And how to stand up for what we believe

Red, white and blue

Those colors mean something

Those colors stay true.

Like my family before me,

I'll feel it too.

The blood that's in my veins,

Runs red, white and blue.

Like my family before me

I feel it too

The blood that's in my veins,

Runs red, white and blue.

The blood that's in my veins

Runs red white and blue