Tennessee Grit
What it takes
Outruns the miles of river bank
Deeper than the bottom of the TVA
And sacred as a smoky mountain rain
It ain't a trend
You can dress up and try to fit in
Dixie is by grace, country ain't a choice
You can't choose or change the south in our voice
It's more than just orange and white
Checkered up on a Saturday night
Ain't just 3 stars on a flying Red Flag
We were first on the scene, 16 on the tag,
Bought with blood and sweat
And We're damn sure proud of it
Tennessee Grit
We can't turn it off
Like the cold North Fork running over rock
Or the Mississippi flooding out into Arkansas
This bow tie writes it's own law
And we'll never run
We'll just put our boots on and grab a gun
Bring on the weather, out burning in the sun
We ain't afraid to work til the job gets done
It's more than just orange and white
Checkered up on a Saturday night
Ain't just 3 stars on a flying Red Flag
We were first on the scene, 16 on the tag,
Bought with blood and sweat
And We're damn sure proud of this
Tennessee Grit
And just like a blind man can feel his way
We know these roads like the back of our hands
Tell the other 49 they can join or die
Just bury me deep in the south land
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
It's more than just orange and white
Checkered up on a Saturday night
Ain't just 3 stars on a flying Red Flag
We were first on the scene, 16 on the tag,
Bought with blood and sweat
And We're damn sure proud of this
Tennessee Grit
Outruns the miles of river bank
Deeper than the bottom of the TVA
And sacred as a smoky mountain rain
It ain't a trend
You can dress up and try to fit in
Dixie is by grace, country ain't a choice
You can't choose or change the south in our voice
It's more than just orange and white
Checkered up on a Saturday night
Ain't just 3 stars on a flying Red Flag
We were first on the scene, 16 on the tag,
Bought with blood and sweat
And We're damn sure proud of it
Tennessee Grit
We can't turn it off
Like the cold North Fork running over rock
Or the Mississippi flooding out into Arkansas
This bow tie writes it's own law
And we'll never run
We'll just put our boots on and grab a gun
Bring on the weather, out burning in the sun
We ain't afraid to work til the job gets done
It's more than just orange and white
Checkered up on a Saturday night
Ain't just 3 stars on a flying Red Flag
We were first on the scene, 16 on the tag,
Bought with blood and sweat
And We're damn sure proud of this
Tennessee Grit
And just like a blind man can feel his way
We know these roads like the back of our hands
Tell the other 49 they can join or die
Just bury me deep in the south land
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
It's more than just orange and white
Checkered up on a Saturday night
Ain't just 3 stars on a flying Red Flag
We were first on the scene, 16 on the tag,
Bought with blood and sweat
And We're damn sure proud of this
Tennessee Grit
Credits
Writer(s): Riley Anglen
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