The All-American Halftime Show

[Intro: Jack Posobiec]

Ladies and gentlemen

Welcome to the Turning Point USA All-American Halftime Show

And this one's for you, Charlie

[Part I: USA National Anthem]

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the All-American Halftime Show

Let's get to it

This is "Real American"

[Part II: Real American]

[Verse 1: Brantley Gilbert]

Welcome to the land of the free

And the home of the brave

We do it freestyle, you-and-me style

Like they did in the good old days

We do it for the heroеs overseas

And the hеroes holding down home

To all the big cities, all the small towns

Let's crank it up and get it on

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

We fly that red, white, blue high

Waving all across the land

We got them good times on ice

And Old Glory's on a can

Everything's made in the USA

Hand on your heart when the song gets played

When the gloves come off, you'll find out where you stand

That's real American

[Verse 2: Brantley Gilbert]

Oh, Hulk got it started

So we're ready to rumble

It's the best of the best playing chess

With American muscle

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

We fly that red, white, blue high

We're waving all across the land

We got them good times on ice

And Old Glory's on a can

And everything's made in the USA

Hand on your heart when the song gets played

When the gloves come off, you'll find out where you stand

That's real American

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

We fly that red, white, blue high

Waving all across the land

We got them good times on ice

And Old Glory's on a can

Everything's made in the USA

Hand on your heart when the song gets played

When the gloves come off, you'll find out where you stand

That's real American

[Bridge: Brantley Gilbert]

That's real American

Yeah

[Outro: Brantley Gilbert]

And I wrote this next song with a good friend of mine named Colt Ford

And Jason Aldeen changed her life and put it on country radio

This is "Dirt Road Anthem"

[Part III: Dirt Road Anthem]

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

I said I'm chillin' on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones

Your smoke rollin' out the window

An ice cold beer sittin' in the console

Memory lane up in them headlights

It's got me reminiscin' on them good times

Said I'm turning off of real life drivin', that's right

Hittin' easy street on mud tires

[Verse 1: Brantley Gilbert]

Yeah, back in the day, Pott's farm was the place to go

Load the truck up, hit the dirt road

We could jump the barbwire, spread the word

Light the bonfire, then call the girls

King in the can and the Marlboro man

Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men

Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too

Better watch out for the boys in blue

And all this small town he said, she said

Ain't it funny how rumors spread?

Like I know something y'all don't know

Man, that sh— is getting old

You need to mind your business, man, watch your mouth

'Fore I have to knock that loud mouth out

I'm tired of talkin', man, y'all ain't listening

Old dirt roads what y'all missing

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

Chillin' on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones

Your smoke rollin' out the window

An ice cold beer sittin' in the console

Memory lane up in them headlight

Got me reminiscin' on them good times

Said I'm turning off of real life drivin', that's right

I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires

[Verse 2: Brantley Gilbert]

Well, I sit back and think about them good ol' days

The way we were raised and our southern ways

And we like cornbread and biscuits

And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it

See, I can take y'all where you need to go

Down to my hood and back in them woods

We do it different 'round here, that's right

But we sure do it good and we do it all night

If you really wanna know how it feels

To get off the road with trucks and four wheels

Then jump on in, tell your friends

We'll be raising hell right where the blacktop ends

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

Chillin' on a dirt road

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones

Smoke rollin' out the window

An ice cold beer sittin' in the console

Memory lane up in them headlight

It's got me reminiscin' on them good times

Said I'm turning off of real life drivin', that's right

Hittin' easy street on mud tires

Adam Curry, ladies and gentleman

[Bridge: Brantley Gilbert]

Jump, Hollywood

[Verse 3: Brantley Gilbert]

I was brought up in a small town in north Georgia

Raised on some baptist morals

In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call

Everybody praise the Lord

Yeah, I grew up, learned how to hunt and fish

Bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss

A life without work, that's just a myth

Never listen when they talking sh— haha

My dad taught me how to stand my ground

Be a man, boy, and never back down

Don't start up something, but if he's talking trash

You better throw the first punch and whoop his—

Be somebody, make a name for yourself

Life is hard, you goin' through hell

There comes a time when you got to slow down

That's what we doing now

[Chorus: Brantley Gilbert]

But we chillin' on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones

Your smoke rollin' out the window

An ice cold beer sittin' in the console

Memory lane up in them headlights

It's got me reminiscin' on them good times

Said I'm turning off of real life drivin', that's right

Hittin' easy street on mud tires

Let's ride, bo—

[Part IV: I Hope]

[Intro: Gabby Barnett]

Ooh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh

[Verse 1: Gabby Barnett]

I, I hope she makes you smile, yeah

The way you made me smile on the other end of a phone

In the middle of a highway driving alone

Oh, baby, I, I hope you hear a song

That makes you sing along and gets you thinking 'bout her

Then the last several miles turn into a blur, yeah

[Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

I hope you're both feelin' sparks by the end of the drive

You know she's the one by the end of the night

You never ever felt more free

Tell your friends that you're so happy, yeah

I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans

You spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand

She's wilder than your wildest dreams

She's everything you're ever gonna need

And then I hope she cheats

Like you did on me, yeah

And then I hope she cheats

Like you did on me

[Verse 2: Gabby Barnett]

Yeah, babe, I hope she shows up in a 2 a.m. pic from her friend

Hanging on to a guy and you just ain't him

I hope you stay up all night all alone, waitin' by the phone

And then she calls

And baby, I, I hope you work it out

Forgive and just about forget

And take her on a first date again

And when you lean in for a kiss

[Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

I hope you're both feelin' sparks by the end of the drive

You know she's the one by the end of the night

You never ever felt more free

Tell your friends that you're so happy, yeah

I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans

You spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand

She's wilder than your wildest dreams

She's everything you're ever gonna need

(And then I hope she cheats)

(Like you did on me) Come on

And then I hope she cheats

Like you did on me, ooh

[Bridge: Gabby Barnett]

What goes comes all the way around, yeah

I hope she makes you feel the same way about her

That I feel about you right now

[Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

I hope you're both feelin' sparks by the end of the drive

You know she's the one by the end of the night

You never ever felt more free

Tell your friends that you're so happy, yeah

I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans

You spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand

She's wilder than your wildest dreams

She's everything you're ever gonna need, yeah

(And then I hope she cheats)

Like you did on me

(And then I hope she cheats)

Like you did on me, yeah

[Outro: Gabby Barnett]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Part V: Good Ones]

[Intro: Gabby Barnett]

Ooh

[Verse 1: Gabby Barnett]

He's a phone call to his parents

He's a Bible by the bed

He's the t-shirt that I'm wearing

He's the song stuck in my head

He's solid and he's steady

Like the Allegheny runs

He knows just where he's going

And he's proud of where he's from

[Pre-Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

He's one of the good ones, yeah

Ooh, yeah, he's one of the good ones, come on

[Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

A love me like he should one

Like he wrote the book one

The kind you find when you don't even look one

Anybody can be good once

But he's good all the time

He's one of the good ones, sing it with me

And he's all mine, yeah

He's one of the good ones

[Verse 2: Gabby Barnett]

You'll know him when you see him

By the way he looks at me

You'd say he hung the moon

I'd say he hung the galaxy

Nobody does it better

Oh, the way he pulls me in

I've known a couple bad ones

But they all led me to him

[Pre-Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

He's one of the good ones

[Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

A love me like he should one

Like he wrote the book one

The kind you find when you don't even look one

Anybody can be good once

But he's good all the time

He's one of the good ones, you sing it, come on

(And he's all mine) Yeah

He's one of the good ones

[Bridge: Gabby Barnett]

We should all find us one, yeah

They're out there, minus one

Some of the good ones

Yeah, I got a good one

[Chorus: Gabby Barnett]

A love me like he should one

Like he wrote the book one

The kind you find when you don't even look

Anybody can be good once

But he's good all the time

He's one of the good ones, come on

He's all mine, yeah

He's one of the good ones

He's all mine

[Part VI: Drinking Class]

[Intro: Lee Brice]

I belong to the drinking class

[Verse 1: Lee Brice]

We're up when the rooster crows (Ooh)

Clock in when the whistle blows (Ooh)

Eight hours ticking slow, ooh

And then tomorrow, we'll do it all over again

[Pre-Chorus: Lee Brice]

I'm a member of a blue collar crowd

They can never, no, they can't keep us down

If you gotta, you gotta label me

You label me proud

[Chorus: Lee Brice]

'Cause I belong to the drinking class

Monday through Friday, man, we bust our backs

If you're one of us, raise your glass

'Cause I belong to the drinking class

[Verse 2: Lee Brice]

We laugh, we cry, we love (Ooh)

Go hard when the going's tough (Ooh)

Push back on push and shove, ooh

If you knock us down, we'll get back up again and again

[Pre-Chorus: Lee Brice]

I'm a member of a good timing crowd

We get rowdy, we get wild and loud

If you gotta, you gotta label me

You'll label me proud

[Chorus: Lee Brice]

'Cause I belong to the drinking class

Monday through Friday, man, we bust our backs

If you're one of us, then raise up your glass

'Cause I belong to the drinking class

[Outro: Lee Brice]

Well, Charlie, he gave people microphones

So they could say what was on their mind

This is what's on mine

[Part VII: Country Nowadays]

[Verse 1: Lee Brice]

I just wanna catch my fish, drive my truck, drink my beer

And not wake up to all this stuff I don't want to hear

Like the same kind of gun I hunt with, just killed another man

When the only thing mine ever shot was a deer from my deer stand

I just want to cut my grass, feed my dogs, wear my boots

Not turn the TV on, sit and watch the evenin' news

Be told if I tell my own daughter that little boys ain't little girls

I'll be up the creek in hot water in this cancel-your-ass world

[Chorus: Lee Brice]

It ain't easy being country in this country nowadays

The direction the fingers point when everything goes up in flames

Sayin' I'm some right-wing devil 'cause I was down south, Jesus raised

It ain't easy being country in this country nowadays

[Verse 2: Lee Brice]

I just wanna cut my grass, watch my game, say my prayers

Not get a picture of a flag up in flames while people cheer

Oh, the same one my grandaddy fought for, stomped on like it's trash

And I'm a downright hateful monster if I back the blue and badge

[Chorus: Lee Brice]

It ain't easy being country in this country nowadays

The direction the fingers point when everything goes up in flames

Sayin' I'm some right-wing devil 'cause I was red letter, Jesus raised

It ain't easy being country in this country

[Bridge: Lee Brice]

Because I have my morals and a small town point of view

You assume that you don't like me means that I don't like you, too

[Outro: Lee Brice]

It ain't easy being country in this country nowadays

In this country nowadays

[Part VIII: Hard to Love]

[Verse 1: Lee Brice]

I am insensitive, I have a tendency to

Pay more attention to the things that I need

Sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust

Sometimes I don't know why you're staying with me

[Chorus: Lee Brice]

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy

I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood

I'm hard to love, hard to love, you say that you need me

Well, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good

[Post-Chorus: Lee Brice]

Yeah, you love me good, baby

[Bridge: Lee Brice]

Girl, you've given me a million second chances

And I don't ever wanna take you for granted

I'm just a man, I'm just a man

[Chorus: Lee Brice]

Hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy

I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood

I'm hard to love, hard to love, you say that you need me

Well, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good