All the talkin' heads on tv, they sellin' their lies

Sayin' their way is better for livin' my life

And I'm fed up of them set up all high on that hill

They don't give a damn 'bout a common man, hell, they never will.

So say what you want to 'bout the things I hold true

And the fabric that makes up this red, white, and blue

'cause I'll fight for my country till the day that I'm done

I've still got my god and I've still got my gun.

I was raised up to stand up for what I thought was right

A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye

And do unto others as you'd be done to

If you do me wrong, mister, got it comin' to you.

So you can say what you want to 'bout the things I hold true

And the fabric that makes up this red, white, and blue

'cause I'll fight for my country till the day that I'm done

And I've still got my god and I've still got my gun.

And if you want me, come get me, I ain't hard to find

A .45 on my hip and the lord on my side.

So you can say what you want to 'bout the things I hold true

And the fabric that makes up this red, white, and blue

And I'll fight for my country till the day that I'm done

And I've still got my god and I've still got my gun.

And I'll fight for my country till the day that I'm done

And I'll still have my god and I'll still have my gun.