Red, White and Blue Collar Lyrics

By Gibson Miller Band
Take from Red, White and Blue Collar Album


My old man worked hard 'till the day he died
Never had much money but we got by
He drove Fords and Chevrolets, went to church on Sundays
In hard time, small town USA

He was red, white and blue collar,
Cut from the same mold as his father
Workin' hard just to earn a dollar
Red, White and Blue Collar

I got a friend who lives next-door to me
And we both work down at the same old factory
A better man you'd never find, he'd give me his very last dime
It don't matter his skin's not the same as mine

Cause he was red, white and blue collar
Cut from the same mold as our fathers
Workin' hard just to earn a dollar
Red, White and Blue Collar

When I think of those callused hands
That sowed the fabric of this great land
With a thread of freedom, I'm proud I am

Red, white, and blue collar
Cut from the same mold as my father
Workin' hard just to earn a dollar
Red, white and blue
Red, white, and blue collar
Cut from the same mold as our fathers
Workin' hard just to earn a dollar
Red, white and blue collar