Red White And Blue

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A
  We don't have no plastic L.A.-friends,
G
  ain't on the edge of no popular trend,
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  ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
A
  We don't care if you're a lawyer or a Texas oil man,
G
  or some waitress busting ass at some liquor stand;
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  if you got soul   we hang out with people just like you.

A                        Em                          D
  Well, my hairs turning white, my necks always been red,
                 A
my collars still blue.
                  Em                          Bm
We've always been here, just trying to sing a truth to you;
                G                D                   A    G    D/F# F A
guess you could say we've always been Red, White and Blue.

         A
Ride our own bikes to sturges pay are own dues,
G
  smokin' Camels and drinking domestic brews;
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  if you want to know where I've been just look at my   hands.
           A
Yeah, I've driven by the White House and spent some time in jail,
G
  mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail;
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  I ain't been no angel   but even God he understands.

A                        Em                          D
  Well, my hairs turning white, my necks always been red,
                 A
my collars still blue.
                  Em                          Bm
We've always been here, just trying to sing a truth to you;
                G                D                   A
guess you could say we've always been Red, White and Blue.

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A          ||

   A
My daddy worked hard and so have I,
G
  we paid our taxes and gave our lives
              D/F#           F                                A
to serve this great country,   so, what are they complaining about?
         A
Yeah, we love our families, we love our kids,
G
  you know it's love that makes us all so rich;
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  that's where were at,   if they don't like it they can just   get the hell out.

A                        Em                          D
  Well, my hairs turning white, my necks always been red,
                 A
my collars still blue.
                  Em                          Bm
We've always been here, just trying to sing a truth to you;
                G                D
guess you could say we've always been Red, White and [Outro] Blue.

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                             Red, White and Blue.

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