A | G | D/F# F | A |
A | G | D/F# F | A ||
[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]
A | G | D/F# | F G |
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]
F G | A | F G | A |
F G | A | F G | A |
F G | A | F G | A ||
Red, White and Blue.
