Dave Carter & Tracy Grammer - Don't Tread On Me lyrics

red dog runnin' down a long black road nose to the gravel, license to travel he don't care if it's your place or my place whole human race got just one face in his case up on the mountain sits a sleepy old coot rifle on his shoulder, pistol in his boot bottle in one hand, bible in the other no-count rebel, baby he's my brother ethyl in the gas tank, chicken on the farm semper fidelis on my good right arm Elvis blastin on the color tv i'm a U.S. male, dontcha tread on me johnny's in the attic writin' automatic talkin' emphatic about the bureaucratic static jungle, low-pay high-rent Bob's on the pavement thinkin' 'bout the government you go where you gotta, do what you will but it's another workin day up on capitol hill boozin' cruisin' snoozin' and usin' but somebody's winni'n, somebody's losin' one pound of flesh and a gallon of sweat just your daily payment on the national debt but all God's children got a right to be free, mister state trooper don't tread on me seems we live and die in a crossfire hurricane in the rain but "no pain, no gain." the sign explains still Jesse James in his coat of flames held up their one-way gravy train "nothin' to lose but your workin' blues and your chains," the man with no name claims well i figure i'll make me a sign of my own take the stars and stripes and the skull and bones and the cross of Jesus and a golden crown and the serpent that bites when the boot grinds down tie it all together with a fine silk cord from the rusty antenna of my '63 ford now look over yonder, son, tell me whatcha see that's the flag of freedom, dontcha tread on me