We don't have no plastic L.A. friends Pain on the edge of no popular trend Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas oil man Or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand If you got soul, we hang out with people just like you My hair's turning white My neck's always been red My collar's still blue We've always been here Just try to send the truth to you Yes, you could say We've always been red, white, and blue Ride our own bikes to Sturgis, pay our own dues Smoking camels, drinking domestic brews You wanna know where I've been? Just look at my hand Yeah, driven by the White House, spent some time in jail My mama cried, but she still wouldn't pay my bail I ain't been no angel, but even God, he understands My hair's turning white My neck's always been red My collar's still blue We've always been here Just try to send the truth to you Yes, you could say We've always been red, white, and blue My daddy worked hard and so have I Paid our taxes and we gave our lives To serve this great country So what are they complaining about? Yeah, we love our families, we love our kids You know it's love that makes us all so rich That's where we at, if they don't like it They can just get the hell out My hair's turning white My neck's always been red My collar's still blue We've always been here Just try to send the truth to you Yes, you could say That we've always been red, white, and blue My hair's turning white My neck's always been red My collar's still blue We've always been here Just try to send the truth to you Yes, you could say That we've always been red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue Yeah, red, white, and blue Red, white, and blue