Country Boy

Out in the country that’s where I’m from. The Northern Plains, Redneck to some. Born and bred by God’s own hands. We’re tough as hell and rule these lands. From the Red River Valley to the great Black Hills. We follow one law and do Gods will. We’ve paid our debt, formidable and ready. Tred on me and I'll rock you steady. We hail from the North and from the South. Known far and wide by word of mouth. We are the strong who protect the weak. God’s chosen few are of whom I speak. We’ll never fall we watch the many. Our guns and ammo are good and plenty. We run on faith and fueled by love. We are protected from up above.