Raised On Red (feat. Justin Moore)

The Good Lord could've chose any color to paint the sky where the sunset sits The good book, yeah, he makes sure it's on every word that was ever his It comes right before white and blue, I ain't ever heard it any other way Red Red on the back of my neck Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed That red, the red that runs through my blood Is something I'm damn proud of And man I love that I was raised on red Yeah, raised on red (Aww, tell 'em about it, J) Don't get me wrong, I love a green tractor Ain't nothing runs like a Deere I was baptized at a little white chapel Just like everybody else around here Red Red on the back of my neck Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed That red, the red that runs through my blood Is something I'm damn proud of Man I love that I was raised on red Yeah, raised on red And it'll be pumping through my veins 'Til the day they lay me in the grave Red Red on the back of my neck Red clay stains on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed That red, the red that runs through my blood Is something I'm damn proud of Man I love that I was raised on red Yeah, raised on red The Good Lord could've chose any color to paint the sky where the sunset sits