When You Come to Take Mine - Creed Fisher

The crime rate is through the roof

Gun control is on the rise

We make our ends meet

Take what we need to survive

One shot one kill is such a thrill

That’s the way that I was raised

When I pick up a gun

I hit right where I aim

It’s time to take a stand

It’s time to draw the line

You better bring yours

When you come to take mine

Grand daddy taught my daddy

How to hunt and how to fish

How to be a man

Don’t take any lip

Raised up on the good book

Learned about the land

They grew what they ate

They didn’t get it from Uncle Sam

It’s time to take a stand

Time you draw the line

You better bring yours

When you come to take mine

So go and round up all them Yankee boys

Get ready for a fight

I’ll round up all my rebel friends

And meet you at the Mason-Dixon line

Cause the South is gonna rise again

No, we’re not the running kind

You better bring yours

When you come to take mine

It’s not really about North and South

It’s about red, white and blue

I’ll fight beside any Yankee man

If he feels like I do

We’ll stand here today and we’ll proudly say

To the man in the suit and tie

You better bring yours

When you come to take mine

So go and round up all them Yankee boys

Get ready for a fight

You might a won that war

Back in 1865

But the South is gonna rise again

No, we’re not the running kind

You better bring yours

When you come to take mine

You better bring yours

When you come to take mine

You can bring yours

Mr. President, you ain’t takin' mine