You see them all over the country.
They fly old glory in their yard.
Some of them were taught this way.
While others have battle scars.
They love America unconditionally.
They bleed red white and blue.
They took a stand to defend our land.
I stand with them, I'm a patriot too.
Some of them display a battle flag.
Not as racists but as defiants.
Some even wave a Gadsden banner.
Our common bond is an end to tyrants.
Though not typically violent by nature,
We will not be bullied around.
We know our second amendment
And so we'll stand our ground.
We don't need to find a "safe space"
We're the ones who just provide it.
We wear our patriotism on our sleeves.
We love America and we don't hide it.
When things don't go our way,
Like anyone else we get quite mad. ...
I think I met you, long ago,
The world was very different then,
And though two thousand years have passed,
I think I still remember, when,
In the market, I saw your smile,
And whispered my brother, "Hey!, Over there."
He saw quickly, whom I had discovered,
And he agreed, that you were fair.
I came over and bought from you,
An apple, with my last penny,
You gave me another and another,
Free, until there were not any.
We laughed and talked a goodly while,
And strolled together, when you were done,
Again and again I saw your smile,
We held hands watching the setting Sun.
Time passed fast. Soon betrothed,
And sooner still we two were wed,
I still remember the special smile,
That you gave me in our marriage bed.
Do you recall the silver bracelet,
That I made for you in that first year?<...
I like my eggs brown and my coffee black
An occasional chew from a mail pouch sack
Grits and gravy with some bacon on the side
You call me Hillbilly but I take it with pride
I own a few guns and I'm a decent shot
If I'm hunting or fishing I give it all I got
I love America and I ain't afraid to say it
I got a battle flag and I'll proudly display it
Patriots arose in the revolutionary war
Many folks like me ready to do it once more
Freemen will never accept tyranny
Our only hope is to fight or flee
We'd rather go out fighting
Than live on our knees
I've never been rich but far from poor
I am what I am, country to the core
I like chrome smokestacks
Races at old dirt tracks
Hearing songs that give me chills
The crying of the whippoorwills
The smell of wood burning late in the fall<...