Let me tell you a little story about how I was raised,
Every day work, every day pray.
Family friends, yeah, everybody stands,
A winner never quits and a quitter never wins.
Help folks in need, don't fall for grieve,
A jealous man is week, so think before you speak.
If you love her, let her know, if you hate her, let her go.
Fast could be hollow, sometimes you need slow.
God is all good, the devil is all real,
So listen up, y'all, ‘cause this is how I feel.
I won't back up, I don't back down,
I've been raised up to stand my ground.
Take my job, but not my guns,
Text my chick ‘till I ain't got none.
Except for the good Lord up above,
I answer to no one.
See, I'm a fine, fine, blubber, told son of a gun,
Yeah, I'm hell on a Harley, just a rebel on a run.
Scare, don't know it, fear, don't feel it,
The truth is the light, sometimes you got to fight.
Good beats bad, right beats wrong,
I'm a ball room preacher and this is my song.
I claim for the time, represent for the country,
I'm the people's champ right out the deer camp.
Shotgun holder, republican voter,
I ain't in your support unless protect our boarder.
To hell with anyone who don't believe in the USA,
‘cause this is what I say.
I won't back up, I don't back down,
I've been raised up to stand my ground.
Take my job, but not my guns,
Text my chick ‘till I ain't got none.
Except for the good Lord up above,
I answer to no one.
Give me your right to vote, my right to talk,
The weapon of my choice, don't sniff in my voice.
Hate me if you want or love me if you can,
If the truth is what you want, then you found your man.
I ain't backing down, I ain't backing down,
If you think like a thank, then back it all up.
I won't back up, I don't back down,
I've been raised up to stand my ground.
Take my job, but not my guns,
Text my chick ‘till I ain't got none.
Except for the good Lord up above,
I answer to no one.
I answer to no one, son.
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