Hillbilly War

Down by the creek where we used to fish
Catching catfish, dreaming of big dreams
Barefoot and wild, with the sun on our backs
In our world, we were kings and queens
Mama's sweet tea in a mason jar
Sippin' slow, under the old oak tree
But then they rolled in, with their shiny cars
Claiming our land like it belonged to them

We're just rednecks in the pines
With our hearts in the dirt and a love that shines
They're dressed in suits with their city views
But we'll fight for what's ours, it's the life we choose
So let 'em come, we'll hold the line
In the battle of the hearts, we'll draw the signs
It's the simple life that we'll defend
Rednecks and pride, this is where it ends

I remember the nights under starlit skies
Fires crackling, sharing stories bold
With laughter and moonshine, we'd never lie
To us, life's treasure can't be bought or sold
But here they come, with their fancy rules
Trying to change the way we live and breathe
But they don't know our world, think we're just fools
We'll show them what it means to believe

They can't take our roots, our soul, our song
We're a family here, and we'll stand strong
With our boots on the ground and the stars up high
We'll show them how to live before we die

We're just rednecks in the pines
With our hearts in the dirt and a love that shines
They're dressed in suits with their city views
But we'll fight for what's ours, it's the life we choose
So let 'em come, we'll hold the line
In the battle of the hearts, we'll draw the signs
It's the simple life that we'll defend
Rednecks and pride, this is where it ends

So here we stand, readt to fight

Well I grew up in a shack with a rusted roof
Granddad's stories, they spoke the truth
Summer nights by the fire, we drank ice-cold beer
Told tales of the world that just didn't seem near
From the sound of the crickets to the smell of the pine
I felt that old dirt road run straight through my mind
But then came the folks in their suits and ties
Said, "We'll save you from yourself," with cold, steely eyes

So here's to the rednecks, the heart of this land
With muddy boots and a calloused hand
We don't need their bridges, we don't need their roads
Just let us be free down this old dirt road
Oh, they talk about progress, but we know the score
Ain't nothing more civilized than the life we adore

Remember that summer, when the skies turned gray?
They came with their plans to take our pride away
With their maps and their rules, they said, "This is ours,"
But they didn't see beauty in our rusty old cars
From the taste of the barbecue, smoke in the air
To the laughter and music that floated with care
We rallied our neighbors, with pitchforks and grit
To defend our way of life, 'cause we weren't gonna quit

So here's to the rednecks, the heart of this land
With muddy boots and a calloused hand
We don't need their bridges, we don't need their roads
Just let us be free down this old dirt road