Don't Tread on Me!

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m doing just fine!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.

I was born,
the son of a farmer.
I learned to work,
the fields all day.

When the work is done,
I reap my rewards.
As I’ve earned
the right to play.

So,

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m walking the line!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.

Now your saying,
you don’t like this country.
Or what’s became,
our way of life.

You preach of change,
that your gonna save us.
All I have to do,
is give up what’s mine.

Don’t get me wrong,
I don’t mind helping.
I’ve got nothing ,
but love for my fellow man.

But when you go reaching,
your hand in my pocket.
And you’re trying
to take my land.

To give to some
big corporation.
Well I think it’s time,
I make my stand.

Don’t Tread on Me!
I won’t go easy.
Don’t Tread on Me!
I’m walking the line!

I don’t need,
your hand to feed me,
Me and God,
we’re doing just fine.