"When You Come To Take Mine (Acoustic)" lyrics

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

Granddaddy taught my daddy
How to hunt and how to fish
How to be a man
Don't take any shit
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
It's time to 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
Meet you at the Mason-Dixon line
Cause the South is gonna rise again
And we're gonna kick your asses tight
You better bring yours
When you come to take mine

It's not really about North or 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 have won that war
Back in 1865
But the South is gonna rise again
And we're gonna kick your asses tight
You better bring yours
When you come to take mine
You better bring yours
When you come to take mine
You can bring yours
But Mr. President, you ain't takin' mine