Some songs are stories, and some are your family. All of facts in this one are about actual Wilder family stories. I skipped the one where The Mrs. personally insulted NFL QB Phil Simms to his face while he was live on national TV. Good times.
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All the songs so far are here (LINK).
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Blood in the Soil
by John Wilder
Duncan sailed from Scotland back in seventeen fifty-four
Fought for freedom’s call in the Revolutionary War
From England, Thomas came in sixty, stood with his kin
Made this land their own, let the hard work begin
One planted tobacco in Virginia, rich earth ‘neath his plow
The other swung an axe in Alabama’s wild bough
Built a home from nothin’, tamed the untamed ground
Generations pourin’ sweat, turnin’ dreams around
Blood in the soil, that’s my claim on this land
Generations fightin’, buildin’ hand in hand
From the wars we won to the bridges we raised
This country’s our birthright, in our veins it’s blazed
Newcomers cross the line, say they’re just like me
But that’s a downright lie, can’t you see?
Our folks bled for this dirt, made it what it is
Blood in the soil, this nation’s ours, not his
The Civil War divided, my kin on either side
Both fought at Vicksburg’s siege, where the brave ones died
Nineteen-oh-three, a Thomas spanned wild rocky streams
Bridges still standin’ today, with strong steel beams
Duncan’s line homesteaded New Mexico’s harsh plain
Before it was a state, through drought and drivin’ rain
Laid the railroad tracks that opened up the West
Gave their all for progress, never took a rest
Blood in the soil, that’s my claim on this land
Generations fightin’, buildin’ hand in hand
From the wars we won to the bridges we raised
This country’s our birthright, in our veins it’s blazed
Newcomers cross the line, say they’re just like me
But that’s a downright lie, can’t you see?
Our folks bled for this dirt, made it what it is
Blood in the soil, this nation’s ours, not his
World Wars called ’em back, they answered every time
Came home to build the towns, work mill, bank, and mine
The men they fought and toiled, carved this country true
The women raised the young, made ’em strong and new
No paper makes you kin, no shortcut to the claim
It’s the sweat and sacrifice in our family name
Blood in the soil, echoin’ through the years
Generations’ legacy, wipin’ away the tears
From the farms we tilled to the rails we laid
This land’s our story, in our blood it’s made
Newcomers crowd the gate, claimin’ equal share
But legacy runs deeper, beyond compare
Our folks bled for this dirt, made it what it is
Blood in the soil, forever ours, not his
Blood in the soil
Our claim stands tall
Generations strong
We built it all
All commies are subhuman vermin.
Yes.
We are at war…seems they know it and we don’t
Yup