My grandmama worked on a factory floor,
Sewing leather for minimum wage,
While my granddaddy worked all the beer joints in town,
Tryin' to forget the memories he made.
Because when daddy was born in 1945,
We'd been fighting for what we believed.
Along with five 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'll 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
Rubbin' nickels together for heat.
Well, he and his sister had 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 fightin' for
Red, white and blue.
Those colors mean something.
Those colors stay true.
Like my family before me,
I'll 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 brothers comin up on sixteen
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'll 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.
