Raised on Red

Good Lord coulda chose any color to paint the sky when the sunset sets
Good buck yeah, he made sure it's on every word that was ever His
I ain't ever heard it any other way
I'm talkin' bout' red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stained on my Chevrolet
Caked on these boots.
To the pack of Redman that my papa chewed
That red
The red that runs through my blood
The one that I'm damn proud of
Man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
Don't get me wrong I love a green tractor
Ain't nothin' runs like a Deere.
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 Redman that my papa chewed
That red
The red that runs through my blood
The one that I'm damn proud of
Man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah, raised on red
It'll be pumpin' through my veins
Till' the day they put me in that grave
Red
Red on the back of my neck
Red clay stained on my Chevrolet
Caked on these boots
To the pack of Redman that my papa chewed
That red
The red that runs through my blood
The one that I'm damn proud of
Man I love that I was raised on red
Yeah. Oh, raised on red
Good Lord coulda chose any color to paint the sky when the sunset sets