Merica (feat. Earl Dibbles Jr.)

I got my one strap snapped on my Liberty bibs

Wad of Levi Garrett packed between my lip and my gun

'Merica

Got mud kicking off my red wing boots

Sweat stained tank top in my Fruit of the Looms

Keep it tucked

'Merica

We're back to back undefeated World War champs

So take a cup, raise it up for my uncle Sam

You know we sent a man to the moon and before we're done

Yeah, we'll probably send a man to the sun

'Merica

Got a twelve gauge Remington on my gun rack

Stars and stripes flying high off the back of my truck

'Course it's four by four

'Merica

Buck antlers, Colonel Sanders, General Lee

Home of the brave and land of that, yee-yee

And country girls

'Merica

Yeah, we're back to back undefeated World War champs

So take a cup, raise it up for my uncle Sam

You know we sent a man to the moon and before we're done

Yeah, we'll probably send a man to the sun

'Merica

Buck

Truck

Chuck Norris

I pledge allegiance to the flag of 'Merica

I crack a cold one and tip it on back to 'Merica

I got a right to bare arms for my barbed wire tat in 'Merica

I'm gonna warn ya if you try to attack 'Merica

That we're back to back undefeated World War champs

So take a cup, raise it up for my uncle Sam

There's about a zillions reasons to love where I'm from

But all you really gonna need is one

'Merica