Send It for the Stars

You push too long, now the gloves are gone

We don’t kneel down, we just load and move on

Diesel in our blood, boots in the dirt

We smile through pain, but we don’t ignore hurt

From the heartland fields to the neon signs

We built this place with our calloused spines

We ain’t bred for retreat, we don’t bow to the fake

We stand for the flag and we fight for the stakes

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They spit on the name we were raised to defend

So we’re firing back with a six-string and a pen

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🔥 So we send it for the stars, stripes in the sky

Red in our blood and freedom in our eyes

Yeah we roll through hell on four bald tires

With a match in our teeth and a soul full of fire

You wanted a storm? You got one now —

We’re the thunder in boots, and we’re making it loud

For the fallen, the fighters, the ones behind bars

We raise our fists — and we send it for the stars

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This land don’t bend, it bites right back

We ain’t afraid of your cancel attacks

We fix what’s broke, drink what burns

Still believe in the flag and the lessons we learned

We got dogs in the truck and a prayer on the dash

Steel in our spines and a tank full of gas

This ain’t just pride — it’s bloodline born

From soldiers to farmers, we weather the storm

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We don’t run from heat, we walk through the flame

So etch this chorus on your family name

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🔥 We send it for the stars, stripes in the sky

Red in our blood and freedom in our eyes

Yeah we roll through hell on four bald tires

With a match in our teeth and a soul full of fire

You wanted a storm? You got one now —

We’re the thunder in boots, and we’re making it loud

For the fallen, the fighters, the ones behind bars

We raise our fists — and we send it for the stars

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This ain’t a warning —

It’s a declaration

From every steel mill, cornfield, and war-torn station

We don’t forget who died for our name

So if you cross the line —

We light the flame

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🔥 Send it for the stars, stripes in the sky

Red in our blood and freedom in our eyes

Yeah we roll through hell on four bald tires

With a match in our teeth and a soul full of fire

You wanted a storm? You got one now —

We’re the thunder in boots, and we’re making it loud

For the fallen, the fighters, the ones behind bars

We raise our fists — and we send it for the stars

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To the ones who stand tall while the cowards flee —

This land is yours, and it always will be.