Raised On Red
The Good Lord could've chose any color to paint the sky where the sunset sits
The good book, yeah, he makes sure it's on every word that was ever his
It comes right before white and blue, I ain't ever heard it any other way
Red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots
To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed
That red, the red that runs through my blood
Is something I'm damn proud of
And man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
(Aww, tell 'em about it, J)
Don't get me wrong, I love a green tractor
Ain't nothing runs like a Deere
I was baptized at a little white chapel
Just like everybody else around here
Red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots
To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed
That red, the red that runs through my blood
Is something I'm damn proud of
Man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
And it'll be pumping through my veins
'Til the day they lay me in the grave
Red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stains on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots
To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed
That red, the red that runs through my blood
Is something I'm damn proud of
Man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
The Good Lord could've chose any color to paint the sky where the sunset sits
The good book, yeah, he makes sure it's on every word that was ever his
It comes right before white and blue, I ain't ever heard it any other way
Red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots
To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed
That red, the red that runs through my blood
Is something I'm damn proud of
And man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
(Aww, tell 'em about it, J)
Don't get me wrong, I love a green tractor
Ain't nothing runs like a Deere
I was baptized at a little white chapel
Just like everybody else around here
Red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots
To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed
That red, the red that runs through my blood
Is something I'm damn proud of
Man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
And it'll be pumping through my veins
'Til the day they lay me in the grave
Red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stains on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots
To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed
That red, the red that runs through my blood
Is something I'm damn proud of
Man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
The Good Lord could've chose any color to paint the sky where the sunset sits
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Writer(s): Dawson Edwards
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