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Made a little money, I ain't never gonna change Still drinking Jim Beam, still wear them dirty jeans Get up every morning, 'cause them bills don't go anyway Got something to say, then bubba say it to my face Same dirt road just a different day Still the same ol' problems but a different place Same cold beer but a different case Been around the world but can't find my way Work 'til I bleed I got kids to feed I refuse to fail and that's guaranteed No smoke and mirrors you get what you see Just a good ol' boy so don't tread on me The way I was raised man, you buy your first truck If that line gets crossed boy you better knuckle up Drinking whiskey from the bottle we ain't never used a cup Still living the same damn way Times change people change but not me My hands on my heart 'cause these colors don't bleed This is the land I love, you can't take this from me From the city to the country, everybody raised southern From Florida up to ol' Crab Creek It's the home of the brave, it's the land of the free It's a Patriot's Pledge, you ain't changing me Momma taught me manners, yes sir and no ma'am If you want clean money then you keep some dirty hands Somebody needs help give the shirt up off your back Say grace before we eat, you know that family's where it's at Still hit the same corner store, that's where I buy my smokes When times get tough, they'll still front you when you're broke Times change people change but not me My hand on my heart 'cause these colors don't bleed This is the land I love, you can't take this from me From the city to the country, everybody raised southern From Florida up to ol' Crab Creek It's the home of the brave, it's the land of the free It's a Patriot's Pledge, you ain't changing me It's the land of the free You ain't changing me Times change people change but not me My hands on my heart 'cause these colors don't bleed My hands on my heart 'cause these colors don't bleed
Writer(s): Ryan Anderson, Seth Pusieko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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