| Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill
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| That we shall pay any price, bear any burden
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| Meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe
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| To assure the survival and the success of liberty
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| Straight from the valley, sweating from the sun
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| Ain’t no Hollywood bullshit where I’m from
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| Known to raise hell, that’s just how we get down
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| If you ain’t proud of where you’re from get the hell outta town
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| Raised on country, raised on Cash
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| Raise Old Glory or I’ll kick your ass
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| My heart starts pumping when the flag gets raised
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| Get the hat off your head or I’ma slap your face
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| Home of the brave, land of the free
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| Respect them soldiers and the shit they see
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| I’m American made till I hit the grave
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| You gon' love me, you gon' hate me but it’s how I was raised
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| And so, my fellow Americans:
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| Ask not what your country can do for you
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| Ask what you can do for your country
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| End of the day only God can judge me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| End of the day only God can judge me
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| I’m asked all year how they do it down here
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| Raise your gun up quick if you’re jumping a deer
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| Raise your rack on the mantle, raise your Bud Light beer
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| Raise your lid from the smoker if you slaughter a steer
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| Raise the limit for the rainbows and German browns
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| I was running trout lines since grandma was around
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| Raised on country, raised on rock
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| You could hear my speaker rock but you still all stop
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| Raise up with the tin on the lift bro
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| Hit the turbo just to hear the whistle blow
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| Raise up the bass so my stereo blast
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| All the leaves off the trees when you hear me pass, come on
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| End of the day only God can judge me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| End of the day only God can judge me
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| Raised up, clap, clap
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| Let it breathe
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| Now they told me I could never make it on my own
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| They didn’t know I was raised up by Mr. and Mrs. Jones
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| Terrorizing media for mo-fos
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| So many below average Joes, come on you’ve seen the show
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| I’m raising all kinds of hell if I do say so myself
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| I’d say I’m doing it well
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| Raised in the stix laying rocks and bricks
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| Raised up to work for what you get and never bitch
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| And pick a switch when you raise your voice
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| And never quit once you make your choice
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| Just put your head down and keep getting it
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| Till you got what you came here for
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| Then they can’t say shit, uh
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| End of the day only God can judge me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me
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| Raised up, finger above me
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| End of the day only God can judge me
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| Raised up
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| Raised up
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| Only God can judge me
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| Raised up
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| Only God can judge me
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| Raised up
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| Only God can judge me
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| Raised up
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| Only God can judge me
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| Only God can judge me
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| Raised up |