Lyrics

He was born three fifths of a man
Given the name of a southern businessman
Now the dogs are on the run
The boys reach for their guns
They raise the battle flag
She was born free as the western sky
But you can kiss those sweet old ways goodbye
Cause the dogs are on the run
The boys reach for their guns
They raise the battle flag
The holes are dug Lines are drawn
They won’t leave town ‘till the money’s gone
The grifters came and brought their kids
Gave them jobs at the FED
He was born to wealth and privilege
Yet his days are marked by grievances
And the dogs are on the run
The boys reach for their guns
They raise They fly the battle flag