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Rolling through the coal country, East on 91 I'll make West Virginia, by the dawn of the morning sun These people are my family, under the mattress is their bank If you hear shooting in the backyard, brother we ain't firing blanks Now people these days make fun of us, say we're causing all this mess While they build more concrete jungles and the world is in distress Well, your purple mountain majesty to you is just a dream But round here it's back porch real as methamphetamine Well, they say this land is your land, but ain't that a crock of shit 'Cause with the price of cigarettes going up, I'm gonna have to quit We all blue and we all red, and we support the boys that fall With a bible on the table and a flag on the wall Out here in these hollers, they really hunt to eat They sell the hides to keep the shoes on the baby's feet And the wood that they're choppin', yeah, it provides the heat And life ain't half as bad as it looks from an old C10 seat Now a couple more long hard years, and this double wide'll be paid off 'Til then I'mma keep on running these jars and pray I don't get caught I keep on praying to Jesus and keep my fingers crossed With a bible on the table and a flag on the wall Well, they say this land is your land, but ain't that a crock of shit Letras de canciones'Cause with the price of gasoline going up, I'm gonna have to sit We all blue and we all red, and we support the boys that fall With a bible on the table and a flag on the wall God be with this country, God be with us all Bless the bible on the table and the flag on the wall From Letras Mania