Whoo! They like the dark is not for the typical name Is the backwards country a boy proud of who I am Proud of who I am Proud of who I am Well this is my rock, oh this is my gun I spit on boys come on and get your son Where's get your son? Now fire all my rounds down, rage doing enemies the same Yes sir I do exactly what I was doing when I stood on the same If you don't like the way I'm living just for the race for you I'm a rhythmic hammer wearing some of gun With a red white and blue A red white and blue Pack my bags here out to the big sand box Some good old boys and these some ladies time or not Well I'm frosted free don't stand it don't come free I guess that's why they good lord show me Well this is my rock, oh this is my gun I spit on boys come on and get your son Where's get your son? And I'll send all my rounds down, rage doing enemies the same Yes sir I do exactly what I was doing when I stood on the same Like the way I'm living just for the race for you I'm a rhythmic backwards country summer girl I'm a rhythmic hammer wearing some of gun With a red white and blue A red white and blue I'm joyful you