Lyrics
INTRO
Ooh nice Walther
Is that a Geissele
Ok here we go
Look boys this shit ain’t gonna keep happening
Not in our town Not on our watch
You’re damn right
Load up let’s go
Yeah come on
Ya’ll wanna fuck around you’re gonna find out
VERSE
They skew the headlines
Like they do all the time
Trading fact for fiction
And scream it louder than mine
They can drink a bud light
Hell drink it all night
I won’t tell em how to live their life
But when they tell me how to do mine
That’s where I draw the line
CHORUS
Like a Charlie Daniels song on the radio
I’m gonna tell them all where they need to go
The devil is dancing in their hearts and playing
Their soul like fiddles and it’s time for saving
God and Country we fight for the family
Singing this anthem flying old glory
And when they try to blind my American eyes
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw it
VERSE
They starting riots over race
Taking where everybody pays
If we light their world on fire
They’d all melt like snowflakes
Silent on the cops now shots and the lock downs
Still calling everybody pronoun names
If they but put their boys in my girls line
They’re gonna get a gun in their side
CHORUS
Like a Charlie Daniels song on the radio
I’m gonna tell them all where they need to go
The devil is dancing in their hearts and playing
Their soul like fiddles and it’s time for saving
God and Country we fight for the family
Singing this anthem flying old glory
And when they try to blind my American eyes
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw it
BRIDGE
My line is strong and drawn from one belief
That if you ever cross it you’re gonna mess with me
CHORUS
Like a Charlie Daniels song on the radio
I’m gonna tell them all where they need to go
The devil is dancing in their hearts and
We all gotta do our part to save this
God and Country we fight for the family
Singing this anthem flying old glory
And when they try to blind my American eyes
Yeah when they try to blind my American eyes
By the Grace of God we keep our freedoms
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw the line
That’s where I draw the line
Devil’s playing their souls like fiddles yeah.
Credits
Written by Jonathan Pierce, Ryan Weaver, Mason Douglas
Produced by Smith Curry & Jonathan Pierce
Drums: Wes Little
Guitar: Sam Hunter
Keys: Luke Mosely
Bass: Tim Denbo
Pedal Steel: Smith Curry
Tracking Engineer: Josh Hammonds
Recording Studio: Omni Studios
