My grandmama worked on a factory floor, Tawing leather for minimum wage, While my granddaddy worked all the beer joints in town, Tryin' to forget the memories he made. Because when daddy was born in 1945, He was fighting for what he believed. Along with four other brothers, who were there by his side They were ready and willing to bleed.
Chorus: Red, white and blue Those colors mean something Those colors stay true. Like my family before me, I'll feel it too. The blood that's in my veins, Runs red, white and blue.
My daddy grew up, on the wrong side of poor Rubbin' nickels together for heat. Well, he and his sister had barely got by With no clothes or the shoes on their feet. Enlisted in service when he was 18 Like his daddy and his uncles before. He was ready to die for what he believed He was fightin' for what's worth fightin' for
Chorus: The red, white and blue Those colors mean something Those colors stay true. Like my family before me, I'll feel it too. The blood that's in my veins, Runs red, white and blue.
Now me and my sisters, we've got kids of our own And my brothers grab to turn sixteen Well, he taught us all how to live off the land To stand up for what we believe
Chorus: The red, white and blue Those colors mean something Those colors stay true. Like my family before me, I'll feel it too. The blood that's in my veins, Runs red, white and blue. The blood that's in my veins, Runs red, white and blue.