250 YEARS OF FREEDOM

country, American, male singer, banjo, and, melancholic, acoustic, electric guitar, blue grass

Pre-Chorus
Raise a beer, wave a flag, let the fireworks fly If you’re gonna celebrate, celebrate it HIGHHHHHHHH

Chorus
Two hundred fifty years and we’re still raising hell Fireworks at midnight and mustard goes with everything as well Grow a mullet if you want, hit eighteen holes today Let your dog run off the leash, he’ll probably find his way
Take a shot out on the dock, cannonball into the lake 
Fuck it -smoke crack with a pimp and a snake 
Gay bath house - if that’s your vibe - freedom means we all choose how we thrive 
SO CHUG A BEER AND LIGHT ANOTHER BLUNT - TONIGHT WERE GONNA BLOW SHIT UP- BLACK
OUT AND EAT SOME CAKE - TODAYS AMERICAS MOTHER FUCKING 250th BIRTHDAY

Verse 2
Lettah proper southern woman spit in your mouth - you know tonight we’re gonna get loud - beer pong, flip cup, and rage cage too - with enough drinks we’ll all hunt and slaughter some Frogs— fuck with this kinda freedom you can do anything - like summon a demon from a spring with an electric guitar—although I wouldn’t recommend taking it this far - cause I have the freedom to kick your ass and chew some bubble
Gum— I’ll send you back to whatever circle of hell you climbed out from because that’s what American Men are bred to do — save the world from demons like you

Mutual combat? Well that’s your choice too — I’ll knock you out and throw you into the Hippo enclosure at the zoo — and trust me Hippos ain’t fucking with you!!!!!

Ain’t nothing like ripping some darts with the boys after a brawl — let’s watch 007 Sky Fall - if you prefer we can play some fucking mystery cards - but I bet we’ll both shit our pants at the park

Throw some clays and rip a shotgun shell too - shoot your guns at a tree if you’d like too - crush an ice cream Sunday, hunt a wild hog, burn some fireworks and add to the smog - because this countries the best god damn country across every sea — and if you don’t think so then your not fucking with me

Verse 3
This country is beautiful in every way — from the sands of Florida to the Maine waterways — you can even have 15 Chinese wives!! THATS RIGHT!! CHINESE FUCKING WIVESSSSSSSSSS— let’s hunt some ducks cause they stole my new red jeep - those damn ducks won’t get the best of me - I’ll shoot them dead and hang them up then eat them for supper and tomorrows lunch

So Eng-Land I’m glad you lost the war- your kings have always been a real fucking bore - now tip your hat to some of the greats — Lincoln, Jefferson, and  Nicholas Cage — know they’d be real proud of you — so let’s shotgun some beers for freedoms sake —let’s all piss our pants if we want - don’t forget that it’s allowed and real fun

Bridge 
Soooooooo shit your pants and rehydrate

ain’t nothing like letting yourself buy real-estate

One more shot for the crew — come on 
— its the last time I’m gonna say to you - open that throat —-  let it go down - let’s all try and lose control of our bladders right NOWWWWWWWW

BECAUSE

Final Chorus
Two hundred fifty years and we’re still raising hell Fireworks at midnight and mustard goes with everything as well Grow a mullet if you want, hit eighteen holes today Let your dog run off the leash, he’ll probably find his way
Take a shot out on the dock, cannonball into the lake 
Fuck it -smoke crack with a pimp and a snake 
Gay bath house - if that’s your vibe - freedom means we all choose how we thrive 
SO CHUG A BEER AND LIGHT ANOTHER BLUNT - TONIGHT WERE GONNA BLOW SHIT UP- BLACK
OUT AND EAT SOME CAKE - TODAYS AMERICAS MOTHER FUCKING 250th BIRTHDAY

SO LETS RAISE OUR FUCKING CUPS TO THE MEN AND WOMAN WHO HAVE FOUGHT AND DIED SO THIS GLORIOUS COUNTRY CAN SURVIVE — amen

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250 YEARS OF FREEDOM Verse 1 Two hundred fifty candles, light ‘em to the sky Red, white and blue until the smoke gets in your eyes The whole world’s here for soccer, hear the crowd erupt Now pass another hot dog, man, and fill my red Solo cup up “Give me liberty…” yeah, we know the rest by heart Now somebody launch a Roman candle from the Walmart parking lot Pre-Chorus Raise a beer, wave a flag, let the fireworks fly If you’re gonna celebrate, celebrate it HIGHHHHHHHH Chorus Two hundred fifty years and we’re still raising hell Fireworks at midnight and mustard goes with everything as well Grow a mullet if you want, hit eighteen holes today Let your dog run off the leash, he’ll probably find his way Take a shot out on the dock, cannonball into the lake Fuck it -smoke crack with a pimp and a snake Gay bath house - if that’s your vibe - freedom means we all choose how we thrive SO CHUG A BEER AND LIGHT ANOTHER BLUNT - TONIGHT WERE GONNA BLOW SHIT UP- BLACK OUT AND EAT SOME CAKE - TODAYS AMERICAS MOTHER FUCKING 250th BIRTHDAY Verse 2 Lettah proper southern woman spit in your mouth - you know tonight we’re gonna get loud - beer pong, flip cup, and rage cage too - with enough drinks we’ll all hunt and slaughter some Frogs— fuck with this kinda freedom you can do anything - like summon a demon from a spring with an electric guitar—although I wouldn’t recommend taking it this far - cause I have the freedom to kick your ass and chew some bubble Gum— I’ll send you back to whatever circle of hell you climbed out from because that’s what American Men are bred to do — save the world from demons like you Mutual combat? Well that’s your choice too — I’ll knock you out and throw you into the Hippo enclosure at the zoo — and trust me Hippos ain’t fucking with you!!!!! Ain’t nothing like ripping some darts with the boys after a brawl — let’s watch 007 Sky Fall - if you prefer we can play some fucking mystery cards - but I bet we’ll both shit our pants at the park Throw some clays and rip a shotgun shell too - shoot your guns at a tree if you’d like too - crush an ice cream Sunday, hunt a wild hog, burn some fireworks and add to the smog - because this countries the best god damn country across every sea — and if you don’t think so then your not fucking with me Chorus Two hundred fifty years and we’re still raising hell Fireworks at midnight and mustard goes with everything as well Grow a mullet if you want, hit eighteen holes today Let your dog run off the leash, he’ll probably find his way Take a shot out on the dock, cannonball into the lake Fuck it -smoke crack with a pimp and a snake Gay bath house - if that’s your vibe - freedom means we all choose how we thrive SO CHUG A BEER AND LIGHT ANOTHER BLUNT - TONIGHT WERE GONNA BLOW SHIT UP- BLACK OUT AND EAT SOME CAKE - TODAYS AMERICAS MOTHER FUCKING 250th BIRTHDAY Verse 3 This country is beautiful in every way — from the sands of Florida to the Maine waterways — you can even have 15 Chinese wives!! THATS RIGHT!! CHINESE FUCKING WIVESSSSSSSSSS— let’s hunt some ducks cause they stole my new red jeep - those damn ducks won’t get the best of me - I’ll shoot them dead and hang them up then eat them for supper and tomorrows lunch So Eng-Land I’m glad you lost the war- your kings have always been a real fucking bore - now tip your hat to some of the greats — Lincoln, Jefferson, and Nicholas Cage — know they’d be real proud of you — so let’s shotgun some beers for freedoms sake —let’s all piss our pants if we want - don’t forget that it’s allowed and real fun Bridge Soooooooo shit your pants and rehydrate ain’t nothing like letting yourself buy real-estate One more shot for the crew — come on — its the last time I’m gonna say to you - open that throat —- let it go down - let’s all try and lose control of our bladders right NOWWWWWWWW BECAUSE Final Chorus Two hundred fifty years and we’re still raising hell Fireworks at midnight and mustard goes with everything as well Grow a mullet if you want, hit eighteen holes today Let your dog run off the leash, he’ll probably find his way Take a shot out on the dock, cannonball into the lake Fuck it -smoke crack with a pimp and a snake Gay bath house - if that’s your vibe - freedom means we all choose how we thrive SO CHUG A BEER AND LIGHT ANOTHER BLUNT - TONIGHT WERE GONNA BLOW SHIT UP- BLACK OUT AND EAT SOME CAKE - TODAYS AMERICAS MOTHER FUCKING 250th BIRTHDAY SO LETS RAISE OUR FUCKING CUPS TO THE MEN AND WOMAN WHO HAVE FOUGHT AND DIED SO THIS GLORIOUS COUNTRY CAN SURVIVE — amen

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