[Verse 1: HARDY and Morgan Wallen]

Red

I'm talking ’bout the sun coming up and the sun going down

On a John Deere, turning up a hard-work check

Making that blue-collar country boy's neck

Red

I'm talking ’bout the color of them jerseys on a Friday night

At the end of another long, hot, dry summer

'Tween the dust and the rust, the trucks are half covered in red

[Pre-Chorus 1: HARDY]

Like a bloodhound

Tracking some whitetail buck down

[Chorus: Both]

I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town

And if you're from one, you know what I'm talking 'bout

It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bricks

To a crushed Bud heavy can fading in the ditch

Like the book of John, like a barn door

And hearts your hand’s over ’cause you're thankful for

Every shipped-off soul that was born to fight

For a wind-torn flag that’s blue and white and red

[Verse 2: Morgan Wallen and Both]

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

[Pre-Chorus 2: Both]

You down a dirt road

And got some red lips leaning cross the console

[Chorus: Both]

I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town

And if you're from one, you know what I'm talking 'bout

It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bricks

To a crushed Bud heavy can fading in the ditch

Like the book of John, like a barn door

And hearts your hand's over 'cause you're thankful for

Every shipped-off soul that was born to fight

For a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red

[Bridge: Both, Morgan Wallen, HARDY]

It don't matter who you are

Got your back if that's what you need

'Cause at the end of the day

Hey, we all bleed

Red

[Chorus: Both]

I ain't talking politics, I'm talking small town

And if you're from one, you know what I'm talking 'bout

It's everywhere, I swear, from the courthouse bricks

To a crushed Bud heavy can fading in the ditch

Like the book of John, like a barn door

And hearts your hand's over 'cause you're thankful for

Every shipped-off soul that was born to fight

For a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red

[Outro: Both, Morgan Wallen]

Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red

Yeah, a wind-torn flag that's blue and white and red