We’ll Help You Pack

You don’t like it here?

Well, the line for leavin’ starts right over there…

And we got folks who’ll hold the door open for ya.

I grew up where the cornfields touch the sky,

Where folks shake hands and look you in the eye.

We work hard, we pray loud, and we don’t back down,

That’s the backbone of every small town.

We don’t take orders from a TV screen,

Or trust the word of some media machine.

We live by truth, not some twisted tale,

And we ain’t gonna let this country fail.

If you don’t love this land, there’s the door in the back,

We’ll wave goodbye and we’ll help you pack.

Go shout your lies, take your TV spin,

Just don’t come runnin’ when it’s rough again.

We stand for the flag, fight for the truth,

Got no time for the woke or the willfully aloof.

This is the home of the free — yeah, that’s a fact —

And if you hate it here, we’ll help you pack.

I’ve seen old vets stand in pouring rain,

Salutin’ that flag with pride and pain.

While college kids burn it on the green,

Screamin’ ‘bout things they ain’t ever seen.

You got freedom ‘cause someone stood the line,

Laid down their life so you could speak your mind.

But freedom ain’t free, it’s earned in sweat,

And we sure as hell ain’t done fightin’ yet.

If you don’t love this land, there’s the door in the back,

We’ll wave goodbye and we’ll help you pack.

You can whine and moan on your TikTok feed,

But don’t bite the hand that gave you what you need.

We honor the brave, hold tight to the truth,

Keep our boots on the ground and our word bulletproof.

You don’t like it here? That’s your track —

But don’t forget, we’ll help you pack.

(Riff with some patriotic steel and Southern grit)

We’ve weathered storms, we’ve bled and cried,

But we hold that flag with American pride.

You don’t have to love it, that’s your call —

But don’t spit on the names on that war memorial wall.

We’re truck bed tailgates, country church pews,

Honest work, worn boots, red-white-and-blues.

We ain’t askin’ for much — just respect what’s ours,

‘Cause we’re runnin’ on diesel and stars and bars.

So if you wanna kneel, go kneel somewhere else —

This ain’t a place for cowards or sellouts.

We don’t care what you tweet or say —

This land was built the American way.

If you don’t love this land, there’s the door in the back,

We’ll wave goodbye and we’ll help you pack.

Go find a place that suits your spin,

‘Cause we’re standin’ tall, we ain’t givin’ in.

We fight for the flag, hold tight to the truth,

Got grit in our hearts and fire in our boots.

You don’t like it here? We ain’t cut you no slack —

The truck’s idlin’ — we’ll help you pack.

Yeah, this is God’s country — free and proud…

Say it loud, or not at all —

But if you’re leavin’,

Don’t forget your bags…

We’ll help you pack.