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[Verse 1]
A
  We don't have no plastic L.A.-friends,
G
  ain't on the edge of no popular trend,
D/F#                     F                      A
  ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
A
  We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas oil man,
G
  or some waitress busting ass at some liquor stand;
D/F#              F                         A
  if you got soul   we hang out with people just like you.

[Chorus]
A                        Em                          D
  Well, my hairs turning white, my necks always been red,
                 A
my collars still blue.
                  Em                          Bm
We've always been here, just trying to sing a truth to you;
                G                D                   A    G    D/F# F A
guess you could say we've always been Red, White and Blue.

[Verse 2]
         A
Ride our own bikes to sturges pay are own dues,
G
  smokin' Camels and drinking domestic brews;
D/F#                             F                    A
  if you want to know where I've been just look at my   hands.
           A
Yeah, I've driven by the White House and spent some time in jail,
G
  mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail;
D/F#                    F                 A
  I ain't been no angel   but even God he understands.

[Chorus]
A                        Em                          D
  Well, my hairs turning white, my necks always been red,
                 A
my collars still blue.
                  Em                          Bm
We've always been here, just trying to sing a truth to you;
                G                D                   A
guess you could say we've always been Red, White and Blue.

[Interlude]
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A          | G           | D/F#           | F     G     |
A          ||

[Verse 3]
   A
My daddy worked hard and so have I,
G
  we paid our taxes and gave our lives
              D/F#           F                                A
to serve this great country,   so, what are they complaining about?
         A
Yeah, we love our families, we love our kids,
G
  you know it's love that makes us all so rich;
D/F#                    F                                     A
  that's where were at,   if they don't like it they can just   get the hell out.

[End-Chorus]
A                        Em                          D
  Well, my hairs turning white, my necks always been red,
                 A
my collars still blue.
                  Em                          Bm
We've always been here, just trying to sing a truth to you;
                G                D
guess you could say we've always been Red, White and [Outro] Blue.

[Outro]
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F    G    | A         | F    G             | A         ||
                             Red, White and Blue.