| Lyrics: | We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds,
ain't on the edge of no popular trend.
Ain't never
seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
We don't care if you 're a lawyer, or a texas oil man,
or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with
people just like you
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my
collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes
you could say
we've always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Ride our own bikes To
Sturgis
we pay our own dues,
smoking camels, drinking domestic BREWS
You want to know
where I have been
just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some
time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail.
I ain't been no angel,
But even God, he understands.
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to
you.
Yes you could say
we've always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Yeah that's
right!
My Daddy worked hard, and so have I,
paid our taxes and gave our lives
to
serve this great country
so what are they complaining about
Yeah we love our families,
we love our kids
you know it is love that makes us all so rich
That's where were at,
If
they don't like it they can just
get the HELL out!
Yeah!
My hair's turning
white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say |
