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Lyrics

[Intro – spoken, low & slow over steel guitar slide]
Yeah… red-white-blue bandana over the eyes
Middle finger to the sky
Y’all ready? Good. ’Cause I ain’t askin’.

[Verse 1]
Born where the rattlesnake shakes hands with the coyote
Pickup truck Bible in the glovebox, .45 on the seat
They screamin’ “tone it down” from their coastal glass houses
I’m fryin’ catfish, sippin’ shine, crankin’ Hank at 2,000 ounces

Got an eagle tattooed where my heart used to beat polite
Stars on my shoulders, stripes runnin’ down my spine at night
Y’all want apologies? Better talk to the corn
I’m still wavin’ flags while your feelings gettin’ torn

[Hook]
I’m unapologetically American, deal with it or don’t
Bourbon in my bloodstream, freedom in my bones
Love me, hate me, screenshot, cry on the phone
I stay loud, proud, and I don’t give a damn how you feel about it, bro

[Verse 2]
They cancel me weekly like it’s a part-time job
I just reload the magazine, light another cob
AR on the wall next to Granddaddy’s Winchester
Y’all tweet from safe spaces, I’m out here wrestlin’ with the devil himself, sir

Got more in common with a ’78 Dodge than your TED Talk
Chrome heart, lead heart, never learned how to walk soft
Say the quiet part loud: this land still mine too
Cross me on that? Best bring more than a blue check crew

[Hook]
I’m unapologetically American, deal with it or don’t
Bourbon in my bloodstream, freedom in my bones
Love me, hate me, screenshot, cry on the phone
I stay loud, proud, and I don’t give a damn how you feel about it, bro

[Bridge – half-sung, half-rapped, steel guitar crying]
Yeah I pray before I eat, still cuss when I pray
Got Jesus on speed-dial and a trigger on the way
Ain’t tryna change the world, just tryna keep my own
If that offends your algorithm, log off and go home

[Verse 3 – faster, more aggressive]
Y’all want my guns, my God, my gas, my girls, my trucks
I want my quiet dirt road and my freedom uncucked
You can keep your pronouns, your feelings, your threads
I’ll keep my chamber hot and my conscience clear instead

Last man standin’ when the power grid drops
Still grillin’ ribeyes while the city blocks flop
Call it backwards, call it based, call it whatever you like
Just know I sleep good knowin’ I never had to type “I’m sorry” at night

[Final Hook – double-time, crowd chant energy]
Unapologetically American—say it with your chest!
Blood runs red, white, blue—fuck the rest!
Love me, hate me, ratio me to death
I stay free, I stay me, and I DON’T GIVE A DAMN how you feel about it, yeah!

[Outro – spoken over fading banjo & 808]
If you made it this far… you either hate me or you get it.
Either way, God bless Oklahoma, God bless the fight,
and God bless whoever’s still willin’ to die for what’s right.

…turn it up.

[Fade out on diesel rumble and a wolf howl.]