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Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Down in the heartland where the red dirt runs deep,
I'm haulin' hay at sunrise while the roosters still sleep.
Got calluses on my hands and grease under my nails,
Payin' my bills on time, never askin' for bail.
But turn on the news, and they paint me the foe,
Say I'm holdin' folks back from wherever they go.

(Verse 2)
I love my old lady, my Chevy, my hound,
Fish on the weekends when the river's around.
Wave that Stars and Stripes from my porch every morn,
Thank the good Lord above that another day's born.
But they call it toxic, say my values are stale,
Like huntin' and prayin' and workin' without fail.

(Chorus)
Oh, Democrats hate straight white men,
That's the headline they're pushin' again and again.
We built this ol' country with blood, sweat, and tears,
From the factories hummin' to the frontier frontiers.
Now we're the bad guys in their storybook spin,
Democrats hate straight white men—or so it would seem.

(Verse 3)
My granddaddy fought in the war overseas,
Came home to a farm and some hard-earned peace.
Raised up his family on faith and hard ground,
Never complained when the chips were down.
But today they'd say he was part of the mess,
Privileged oppressor in overalls and a vest.

(Verse 4)
I ain't marchin' in streets or burnin' no flags,
Just tryin' to raise kids and avoid all the tags.
They talk 'bout diversity, equality too,
But when I speak up, they say, "Not you."
Feels like the table's been turned upside down,
The ones who once led now the outcasts in town.

(Chorus)
Oh, Democrats hate straight white men,
That's what they're preachin' on cable TV again.
We paved all the roads and we lit up the night,
But now we're the shadows they're tryin' to fight.
From the oil rigs boomin' to the small-town bars,
Democrats hate straight white men, or so say the stars.

(Bridge)
Now maybe it's media twistin' the knife,
Or politicians playin' their games with our life.
We're all gettin' squeezed by the same big machine,
Left, right, or center—know what I mean?
We got bills pilin' high and dreams fadin' fast,
Hatin' on each other just ain't gonna last.
Let's crack open a cold one, sit down face to face,
Talk like Americans in this divided place.

(Verse 5)
I still tip my hat when a lady walks by,
Hold the door open, look her straight in the eye.
Teach my boy to be honest, work hard, stand tall,
Even when the world's tellin' him different, y'all.
Ain't askin' for pity, just a fair shake is all,
'Cause last time I checked, we're still answerin' the call.

(Chorus - Final)
Yeah, Democrats hate straight white men,
Or at least that's the fire they're fannin' again.
But we built this ol' nation, brick by brick, hand in hand,
From the cotton fields risin' to the promised land.
Maybe it's time we all drop the blame game, my friend,
'Cause hatin' on anybody ain't how this thing ends.

(Outro - spoken/sung fade)
So here's to the farmers, the truckers, the vets,
The moms and the dads payin' off them regrets.
Red, white, and blue runnin' deep in our veins,
Let's quit the division and heal these old pains.
Yeah... Democrats hate straight white men...
Or maybe we're just tired of bein' the punchline again.
Yee-haw.