Red, White, and Southern Raised

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

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

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

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

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

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)