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Scott Jennings 2032 lyrics
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Intro
From CNN lights to that county line, He spoke with fire, never toed the line.
Verse 1
Started in Kentucky, boots in the clay, Grew up learnin' how to speak and stay. Bush gave him stripes, McConnell gave grit, Talked with the heat, and he never quit. On the screen where the truth runs thin, He fought with words like a blade to skin. Didn’t dodge, didn’t soften the sound, Spoke for the folks who were always put down. 32
Chorus
Mic in one hand, flag in the other, Truth cut deep like the land of his mother. Didn’t wear a suit just to fake and bend, He was born to stand tall, not just blend in. Took shots, stayed bold, never ran for cover, Mic in one hand, flag in the other.
Verse 2
Ran with the truth on a tightrope high, CNN chair under left-wing sky. Took the hits, turned silence to sparks, Put country grit in those D.C. remarks. He’s not just sharp—he’s steady, he’s home, With Southern drawl in that power tone. They threw him heat, but he never did melt, Kept faith in the fight, in what real folks felt. 32
Bridge 1
He’s a rooster in a world full of suits and spin, A backbone voice when the noise creeps in. Didn’t need polish when the grit rang true, Built like the fields and the red, white, and blue.
Verse 3
Now 2032's right up ahead, The same man stands where the bold won’t tread. Raised by work, shaped by pain, Ready to ride through the storm and rain. He don’t chase fame—he stakes the claim, For every unheard name in the game. They know his face, but now they’ll learn, He’s more than a voice—he’s takin’ his turn. 32
Bridge 2
He’s not a promise, he’s a proven flame, A loud and steady, thunderin’ name. From cable warzones to county fairs, He’s the fight in the flag that still declares—
Chorus
Mic in one hand, flag in the other, Truth cut deep like the land of his mother. Didn’t wear a suit just to fake and bend, He was born to stand tall, not just blend in. Took shots, stayed bold, never ran for cover, Mic in one hand, flag in the other. 32
Chorus
Mic in one hand, flag in the other, Voice of the field, son of his brother. From CNN heat to the people’s fight, He’s runnin’ full throttle into freedom’s light.
Outro
So raise that flag and turn up the sound— Jennings rides in, ten toes on the ground.
Inside the recording
From CNN lights to that county line, He spoke with fire, never toed the line.
Mic in one hand, flag in the other, Truth cut deep like the land of his mother.
So raise that flag and turn up the sound— Jennings rides in, ten toes on the ground.
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