In a little country town, where the river splits the land
There's a rancher with a heart strong as his calloused hands
He's seen his share of hardship, but he's always stood tall
But you better thank twice before you push him to the wall
He's got that rebel spirit burning in his soul
A proud conservative, he's got stories to be told
He believes in his freedom and protecting his own
But remember friend, don't throw that first stone
Cause he's red, white and true, like the flag that flies high
He's got a voice that won't falter, won't let justice die
He'll fight for his rights, but he'll fight fair and square
He's the son of the sword, a true believer beware