Put Your Records On
(Feat. Kellie Pickler)
Both:
Girl put your records on
Kellie:
Tell me your favorite song
Both:
You go ahead let your hair down
Kellie:
Sapphire and faded jeans
Both:
I hope you get your dreams
Kellie:
Go ahead leave your hair down
Kellie:
American girls
And American guys
Will always stand up and salute
Will always recognize
When they see old glory flyin
There's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head
Taylor:
My daddy served in the army
When he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Til the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister, and me
To grow up and live free
Both:
Hey
Uncle Sam put your name
At the top of his list
And the statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And it's gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom
Start ringing her bell
And it'll feel like
The whole wide world
Is raining down on you
Oh brought to you courtesy
Of the red, white, and blue
Kellie:
Oh
Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
Both:
This big dog
Kellie:
Will fight
When you rattle his cage
Taylor:
You'll be sorry
That you messed with
The U.S. of
Both:
We'll put a red high heel
In your ass
It's the American way
Now Uncle Sam
Put your name
At the top of his list
And the statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And it's gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom
Start ringing her bell
And it'll feel like
The whole wide world
Is raining down on you
Oh ooh
Brought to you courtesy
Of the red, white, and blue