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Lyrics

[Intro – spoken, gravelly drawl over slow banjo pick and distant thunder]
Yeah... they called us outlaws for lovin' this land too hard.
Boots on the ground, flag in the wind, middle finger to the suits.
This one's for the ridge runners, the pipe welders, the ones who still say "Merica" without apologizin'.
MAGA till the wheels fall off.

[Verse 1 – rap flow, mid-tempo, twang on the delivery]
Born in the holler where the creeks run red with clay,
Granddaddy fought Nazis, daddy fought the bottle every day.
Now they tryna rewrite history, paint us villains in the fray,
But I got Old Glory tatted on my forearm, no fade away.
They shut down the mills, shipped our jobs across the sea,
Called us deplorables while they sip lattes on TV.
I’m still ridin' dirty in a jacked-up F-150,
Chrome stack blowin' coal, Bible on the dash, that's liberty.
Ain't no safe space for a man who speaks his mind,
They cancel culture quicker than a bad batch of moonshine.
But we built this from nothin', blood sweat and frontier grit,
You can keep your pronouns, I'll keep my second amendment kit.

[Chorus – sung/rap hybrid, big outlaw country hook with layered harmonies]
This is red dirt rebel, MAGA outlaw country,
Stars and bars wavin', never backin' down from nothin'.
From the backroads to the White House, we takin' back the crown,
Make America great again—burn the system down!
Yeah, these colors don't run, and neither do I,
Whiskey in my veins and freedom in my eyes.
Red dirt rebel, standin' tall and proud,
MAGA forever—say it fuckin' loud!

[Verse 2 – faster rap, trap-country energy, 808 kicks]
They storm the Capitol? Nah, we storm the polls,
Paper ballots, not pitchforks, but the fire in our souls.
Border wide open like a screen door in a hurricane,
While they fly private jets and lecture us on climate change.
I got kin in camo still holdin' the line overseas,
Comin' home to blue cities where the mayor's on his knees.
Prayin' to the state instead of the one who made the trees.
We the last of the Mohicans, renegades with ARs and dreams.
Fuel the truck with diesel, load the cooler full of Coors,
Bonfire blazin', tellin' stories 'bout the good ol' wars.
Ain't no rainbow flag gonna cover up the red, white, blue scars—
We the heartbeat of this nation, pumpin' iron and stars.

[Bridge – slower, outlaw twang, almost spoken-word over slide guitar solo]
They can take the cities, let 'em burn to the ground,
But the heartland's still beatin', and it makes a helluva sound.
From Oklahoma dirt to the holler in Tennessee,
We the outlaws they fear—'cause we still believe.
In God we trust, in guns we trust harder,
MAGA ain't a slogan, it's a rebel heart starter.

[Final Chorus – double-time, anthemic, crowd-chant ready]
Red dirt rebel, MAGA outlaw country!
Stars and bars wavin', never backin' down from nothin'!
From the backroads to the White House, we takin' back the crown,
Make America great again—burn the system down!
These colors don't run, and neither do I,
Whiskey in my veins and eagles in the sky.
Red dirt rebel, standin' tall and proud,
MAGA forever—yell it to the crowd!

[Outro – fading banjo + 808 fade, spoken]
Yeah... they can call us outlaws.
We call it bein' American.
2026 and beyond—still ridin'.
MAGA.

Ride hard, stay free.