Raised Up - Moonshine Bandits, Demun Jones

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill

That we shall pay any price, bear any burden

Meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe

To assure the survival and the success of liberty

Straight from the valley, sweating from the sun

Ain’t no Hollywood bullshit where I’m from

Known to raise hell, that’s just how we get down

If you ain’t proud of where you’re from get the hell outta town

Raised on country, raised on Cash

Raise Old Glory or I’ll kick your ass

My heart starts pumping when the flag gets raised

Get the hat off your head or I’ma slap your face

Home of the brave, land of the free

Respect them soldiers and the shit they see

I’m American made till I hit the grave

You gon' love me, you gon' hate me but it’s how I was raised

And so, my fellow Americans:

Ask not what your country can do for you

Ask what you can do for your country

Raised up, finger above me

Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me

Raised up, finger above me

End of the day only God can judge me

Raised up, finger above me

Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me

Raised up, finger above me

End of the day only God can judge me

I’m asked all year how they do it down here

Raise your gun up quick if you’re jumping a deer

Raise your rack on the mantle, raise your Bud Light beer

Raise your lid from the smoker if you slaughter a steer

Raise the limit for the rainbows and German browns

I was running trout lines since grandma was around

Raised on country, raised on rock

You could hear my speaker rock but you still all stop

Raise up with the tin on the lift bro

Hit the turbo just to hear the whistle blow

Raise up the bass so my stereo blast

All the leaves off the trees when you hear me pass, come on

Raised up, finger above me

Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me

Raised up, finger above me

End of the day only God can judge me

Raised up, finger above me

Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me

Raised up, finger above me

End of the day only God can judge me

Raised up, clap, clap

Let it breathe

Now they told me I could never make it on my own

They didn’t know I was raised up by Mr. and Mrs. Jones

Terrorizing media for mo-fos

So many below average Joes, come on you’ve seen the show

I’m raising all kinds of hell if I do say so myself

I’d say I’m doing it well

Raised in the stix laying rocks and bricks

Raised up to work for what you get and never bitch

And pick a switch when you raise your voice

And never quit once you make your choice

Just put your head down and keep getting it

Till you got what you came here for

Then they can’t say shit, uh

Raised up, finger above me

Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me

Raised up, finger above me

End of the day only God can judge me

Raised up, finger above me

Some gonna hate me, some gonna love me

Raised up, finger above me

End of the day only God can judge me

Raised up

Raised up

Only God can judge me

Raised up

Only God can judge me

Raised up

Only God can judge me

Raised up

Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

Raised up