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Curtis Grimes – Put My Money On That Lyrics

An old haggard song takin me back to my roots
And them words In red, man thats the stone cold truth
And a quitting time cold one from a blue collar check
I’d put my money on that

In the FFA they work hard to raise them right
Well how about a shut up and listen, to your grandpa’s advice
Any God fearin’ woman is dang sure where it’s at
Yeah, I’d put my money on that

Put it on one you can count on, when it’s all headed south
Talkin’ ’bout a real deal to go to, always got your back
I just call it like I see it, straight up matter a fact
Sure as Jesus coming back
I’d put my money on that
I’d put my money on that

That red, white, and blue of a worn tethered flag
A good nose on a coon hound, that ain’t never lost a track
And that leatherneck jarhead across the pond full of wrath
Yeah, I’d put my money on that

Put it on one you can count on, when it’s all headed south
Talkin’ ’bout a real deal to go to, always got your back
I just call it like I see it, straight up matter a fact
Sure as Jesus coming back
I’d put my money on that
I’d put my money on that

Put it on one you can count on, when it’s all headed south
Talkin’ ’bout a real deal to go to, always got your back
I just call it like I see it, straight up matter a fact
Sure as Jesus coming back
All in king high with a short stack
I’d put my money on that
I’d put my money on that

Joey Feek – Red (If Not For You Album)

Red

If all the clothes you wear are camouflage

And you drive around in a dually Dodge
With a blue-tick hound ridin’ in the bed
You’re red, you’re red

If you’re into sittin’ in a tree stand for daylight
With an eight point buck in your sights
And not for sport but to keep your fed
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

If your arms are tan and your chest is white
And your idea of eatin’ right
Is turnip greens, fried chicken and cornbread
You’re red, You’re red

Now, if you don’t know who your congressmen are
But you can name every driver in NASCAR
And you cried when you heard Earnhardt was dead
You’re red, man you’re red

You’re red, white and blue
Country through and through

You’re American lovin’, flag wavin’, northern-southern family raisin’
Workin’, playin’, heaven prayin’ country through and through

If Haggard sings your favorite song
And you learned the difference between right and wrong
With a hickory switch out behind the she’d
You’re red, you’re red

If your letter jacket says FFA
And you spend your summers bailin’ hay
With a John Deere cap sittin upon your head
You’re red, man you’re red
You’re red, you’re red
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