White Boi Patriot Hook White boi, red, white, and blue in my blood Grew up on backroads, Friday nights, and mud Flag on the porch, Bible on the dash I still stand when that anthem hits — I don’t crash Verse 1 Born in the middle, not the coast, not the scene Small-town summers, county fairs, and gasoline Daddy worked double, Mama packed the lunch We didn’t have much but we had a whole bunch Of pride in the dirt under our nails Fourth of July fireworks, church picnic sales I ain’t sorry for the skin I was given I bleed for this country like the rest of the living Hook White boi, red, white, and blue in my blood Grew up on backroads, Friday nights, and mud Flag on the porch, Bible on the dash I still stand when that anthem hits — I don’t crash Verse 2 They love to talk like we never paid the cost Like the factories closing wasn’t our loss Like the boys who shipped out never came home thin Like the ones who stayed never carried that weight again I still salute the ones who didn’t make it back Still get quiet when I hear that rifle crack This ain’t supremacy — this is just my lane Love the land that raised me, love it through the pain Bridge You can mock the accent, mock the truck, mock the jeans I still hold the door and I still mean what I mean Ain’t perfect, never claimed to be the whole damn story Just a white boi who still believes in Old Glory Final Hook White boi, red, white, and blue in my blood Grew up on backroads, Friday nights, and mud Flag on the porch, hands over my heart I ain’t going nowhere — this is where I start
