F# Red D#m7 I'm talking ’bout the sun coming up and the sun going down F# D#m7 On a John Deere, turning up a hard work check D#m7 Making that blue collar country boy's neck F# Red D#m7 I'm talking ’bout the color of them jerseys on a Friday night F# At the end of another long, hot, dry summer D#m7 'Tween the dust and the rust, the trucks C# are half covered in red Like a bloodhound B Tracking some whitetail buck down Chorus: F# I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town D#m And if you're from one, you know what I'm talking 'bout B F# It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bricks D#m B To a crushed Bud heavy can fading in the ditch F# Like the book of John, like a barn door D#m And hearts your hand’s over ’cause you're thankful for B F# Every shipped off soul that was born to fight D#m B F# For a wind-torn flag that’s blue and white and red Red I'm talkin' 'bout a county line stop sign full of birdshot The cup your beer’s in sitting 'round a fire Like your bank account when you bought them tires That led You down a dirt road And got some red lips leaning cross the console Chorus B C# It don't matter who you are B Got your back if that's what you need C# 'Cause at the end of the day B Hey, we all bleed Red Chorus D#m F# Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red D#m F# Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsB C# D#m D#m7 F# |