Joey Martin 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 shed
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
R-E-D
