Raised On Red - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Heath Sanders]

The good Lord could've chose any color to paint the sky where the sunset sits

The good book yeah he makes sure its on every word that was ever his

It comes right before white and blue I ain’t ever heard it any other way

Red

Red on the back of my neck

Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots

To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed

That red, thе red that runs through my blood

Is something I'm damn proud of

And man I love that I was raisеd on red

Yeah, raised on red

Don't get me wrong, I love a green tractor

Ain’t nothing runs like a Deere

I was baptized at a little white chapel

Just like everybody else around here

Red

Red on the back of my neck

Red clay stained on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots

To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed

That red, the red that runs through my blood

Is something I'm damn proud of

Man I love that I was raised on red

Yeah, raised on red

And it'll be pumping thru my veins

Till the day they lay me in the grave

[Chorus: Heath Sanders, Justin Moore, Both]

Red

Red on the back of my neck

Red clay stains on my Chevrolet, caked on these boots

To the pack of Red Man that my paw-paw chewed

That red, the red that runs through my blood

Is something I'm damn proud of

Man I love that I was raised on red

Yeah, raised on red

The good Lord could've chose any color to paint the sky where the sunset sits