Red, White, and Southern Raised

[Verse 1]
Boots on gravel at the county line
Flag on the porch since ‘89
Granddad’s Bible on the dashboard cracked
Mama saying grace, never looking back
Sweet tea sweating in a Yeti cup
Friday night lights got the town lit up
Twenty kids singing that anthem loud
Hand on heart, yeah we’re damn proud
[Chorus]
Thank God for the USA
For the red dirt roads and the southern way
For the hands that work and the knees that pray (oh yeah)
From the pine tree shade to the Gulf Coast waves
Stars and stripes in the Georgia rain
Thank God for the USA
And this southern-raised, God-fearing heart He made
[Verse 2]
BBQ smoke on a Saturday
Church pews packed come the break of day
Uncle Sam cap, little nephew’s grin
Learning what it means, where our roots begin
Pickup tailgate as a front row seat
Fireworks falling on a Main Street beat
Old vets standing when the jets fly by
Tears in their eyes, that’s a holy sky
[Chorus]
Thank God for the USA
For the red dirt roads and the southern way
For the hands that work and the knees that pray (hey!)
From the pine tree shade to the Gulf Coast waves
Stars and stripes in the Georgia rain
Thank God for the USA
And this southern-raised, God-fearing heart He made
[Bridge]
From a small-town drawl to a big city cheer
Freedom’s the song that we all hold dear
Raise that banner, let it fly so high
Bless this land, Lord, bless our lives
[Chorus]
Thank God for the USA
For the red dirt roads and the southern way
For the hands that work and the knees that pray
From the pine tree shade to the Gulf Coast waves
Stars and stripes in the Georgia rain
Thank God for the USA
And this southern-raised, God-fearing heart He made (oh yeah)

country, High-energy modern country with driving acoustic guitars, bright Telecaster leads, and a stomping kick-clap groove. Big male vocals with stacked gang shouts on the hook, fiddle answering lines in the chorus, and a shout-along outro. Tight 2:45 radio feel, big wide mix, and a crowd-ready, patriotic energy arc.