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[Verse 1: HARDY and Morgan Wallen] Red I'm talking ’bout the sun coming up and the sun going down On a John Deere, turning up a hard-work check Making that blue-collar country boy's neck Red I'm talking ’bout the color of them jerseys on a Friday night At the end of another long, hot, dry summer 'Tween the dust and the rust, the trucks are half covered in red [Pre-Chorus 1: HARDY] Like a bloodhound Tracking some whitetail buck down [Chorus: Both] I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town And if you're from one, you know what I'm talking 'bout It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bricks To a crushed Bud heavy can fading in the ditch Like the book of John, like a barn door And hearts your hand’s over ’cause you're thankful for Every shipped-off soul that was born to fight For a wind-torn flag that’s blue and white and red [Verse 2: Morgan Wallen and Both] Red I'm talkin' 'bout a county line stop sign full of birdshot The cup your beer’s in sitting 'round a fire Like your bank account when you bought them tires That led [Pre-Chorus 2: Both] You down a dirt road And got some red lips leaning cross the console [Chorus: Both] I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town And if you're from one, you know what I'm talking 'bout It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bricks To a crushed Bud heavy can fading in the ditch Like the book of John, like a barn door And hearts your hand's over 'cause you're thankful for Every shipped-off soul that was born to fight For a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red [Bridge: Both, Morgan Wallen, HARDY] It don't matter who you are Got your back if that's what you need 'Cause at the end of the day Hey, we all bleed Red [Chorus: Both] I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town And if you're from one, you know what I'm talking 'bout It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bricks To a crushed Bud heavy can fading in the ditch Like the book of John, like a barn door And hearts your hand's over 'cause you're thankful for Every shipped-off soul that was born to fight For a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red [Outro: Both, Morgan Wallen] Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red