Daddy drove an old Chevy
Through the red dirt roads
Picking up the pieces
Where the muddy river flows
Mama had her Bible
Held it tight and prayed
Living off the land
And the promises they've made
Brother kept his shotgun
Leaning on the fence
Said he'd stand for freedom
It makes perfect sense
Sister grew the green
In the backyard shade
Tending to the leaves
Like a holy crusade
They're the Alabama heroes
With their faith and their fight
Bibles, guns, and green
In the golden sunlight
Standing tall
For what's right and true
Born and raised
In the red, white, and blue
Uncle Sam came calling
Said they're needed now
Hands that know the soil
And the sweat on their brow
Gave all they could give
From the land they loved
Blessed by grace and the stars above
From the fields to the fray
They answered the call
With the Good Book in hand
No fear at all
Loaded up their courage
Took it to the streets
With the sound of freedom
In the strongest of beats
They're the Alabama heroes
With their faith and their fight
Bibles, guns, and green
In the golden sunlight
Standing tall
For what's right and true
Born and raised in the red
White, and blue