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Red clay on my boots,
iron in my spine
This dirt was paid for,
one acre at a time
Grandpa cleared the timber,
daddy plowed the stone
Now I'm standing guard
on everything we own
(yeah) There's a storm in the valley,
a wind in the trees
But a southern man don't get down on his knees
We are the sons of the red dirt soil!
Born of the sweat and the hard-won toil!
We don't bend and we sure don't break Guardin' every single promise
they made!
(ooh yeah)
We don't chase the money,
we don't buy the lies
We just look a working man straight in the eyes
Pass it to the young ones,
teach 'em how to stand
True to the blood
and the title to the land
Yeah, we're standing strong!
This is where we belong!
Red dirt soil!
(ohhh yeah)