It was 1941
Grandpa went to war
Over in the Philippines
Fightin' with a corn
Four years in the jungle
Gave a lot to Uncle Sam
He left his young son at home
Came back, he was a man
He looked my daddy in the eye
Said, "Son, you don't know me
But my blood runs through your veins
And we ain't scared to bleed"
He said, "Don't pick fights with the weaker guys
'Cause that don't mean a thang
If you think you're tough, you walk up
To the big and baddest thang
If he kicks your ass, raise your glass
And say, 'Thanks for schoolin' me
Thanks for schoolin' me'
I'm American, and we ain't scared to bleed"
Yes, I am like my ol' man
Hardheaded as can be
Wrong or right, we fuss and fight
Over thangs that we believe
And my dad would say, "This is our last name
It means the world to me
Don't be afraid to fight
'Cause we ain't scared to bleed"
He said, "Don't pick fights with the weaker guys
'Cause that don't mean a thang
If you think you're tough, you walk up
To the big and baddest thang
If he kicks your ass, raise your glass
And say, 'Thanks for schoolin' me
Thanks for schoolin' me'
I'm American, and we ain't scared to bleed"
He said, "Don't pick fights with the weaker guys
'Cause that don't mean a thang
If you think you're tough, you walk up
To the big and baddest thang
If he kicks your ass, raise your glass
And say, 'Thanks for schoolin' me
Thanks for schoolin' me'
I'm American, and we ain't scared to bleed
I'm American, and we ain't scared to bleed"
