(Verse 1) We were raised on faith and the stars and bars, Big ol' trucks rollin' under Texas stars. We got family ties that never break, We stand tall for the Lone Star State. Barbecue smoke and ice-cold beer, You’ll find us laughin', lovin', livin’ right here. From the church pews to the county line, Ain’t no doubt we’re proud of our kind. (Chorus) We’re the pride of the 936, Where the good ol’ boys and girls still get their kicks. We’ve got veterans, ex-cons, and folks who’ll fight, We hold our ground, we know what’s right. Raise your glass, ‘cause we’ve been through hell, And we’ve got stories we ain't afraid to tell. With a little smoke and a lotta pride, We’ll stand our ground every time. (Verse 2) Granny's cornbread, daddy’s old war tales, Momma’s prayers and a pocket full of bail. Some found Jesus, others lost their way, But we’re still standin’ strong today. We fought in wars, did our time in chains, Now we’re free, and we’ll never be tamed. Outlaws and soldiers in the same damn crowd, But we stand together, Texas proud. (Chorus) We’re the pride of the 936, Where the good ol’ boys and girls still get their kicks. We’ve got veterans, ex-cons, and folks who’ll fight, We hold our ground, we know what’s right. Raise your glass, ‘cause we’ve been through hell, And we’ve got stories we ain't afraid to tell. With a little smoke and a lotta pride, We’ll stand our ground every time. (Bridge) Down in the backwoods, where the moon shines bright, We light a fire and toast the night. You might catch a whiff, but we keep it low, ‘Round here, respect is all we show. We stand for what’s ours, with no regret, In the 936, we ain’t done yet. (Anthemic guitar solo) (Chorus) We’re the pride of the 936, Where the good ol’ boys and girls still get their kicks. We’ve got veterans, ex-cons, and folks who’ll fight, We hold our ground, we know what’s right. Raise your glass, ‘cause we’ve been through hell, And we’ve got stories we ain't afraid to tell. With a little smoke and a lotta pride, We’ll stand our ground every time. (Outro) Yeah, the 936 is where we belong, Faith, food, and friends keep us strong. Cold beer in hand, we’ll never run, Proud of who we are, under the Texas sun.
