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
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 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