My grand-mama worked on a factory floor
Sewing leather for minimum wage
While my grandaddy worked all the beer joints in town
Tryna forget the memories he made
Cause his daddy was born in 1945
He'd been fighting for what we believe
Among 5 other brothers who stood by his side
They were ready, they were willing to bleed
Red, White, and Blue
Those colors mean something
Those colors stay true
Like my family before me, I feel it too
The blood that's in my veins
Runs Red, White, and Blue
My daddy grew up on the wrong side of poor
Rubbing nickels together for heat
Well he and his sister barely got by
With the clothes and the shoes on their feet
So he joined the service when he was 18
Like his daddy and his uncles before
He was ready to die for what he believed
To fight for, what's worth fighting for
Red, White, and Blue
Those colors mean something
Those colors stay true
Like my family before me, I feel it too
The blood that's in my veins
Runs Red, White, and Blue
Well me and my sisters got kids of our own
And my brother's coming up on 16
And my daddy taught us all how to live off the land
And how to stand up for what we believe.
Red, White, and Blue
Those colors mean something
Those colors stay true
Like my family before me, I feel it too
The blood that's in my veins
Runs Red, White, and Blue
Like my family before me, I feel it too
The blood that's in my veins
Runs Red, White, and Blue
The blood that's in my veins
Runs Red, White, and Blue
