Red and Blue Runs Through My Veins
Red and Blue is what I choose,
I will stand with them win or lose.
Because Red and Blue runs through my veins,
Whether they are going as slow as a turtle, or as fast as a train,
Those colurs are on my heart like a beatiful stain.
Oh how i would love to see that field in the morning,
The grass coated with dew,
And so when I am long gone,
I want people to know,
that to the red and blue,
I always did stand true.
(Dedicated to the college of Ole Miss)
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