I was on the phone a lil past midnight
With an ol’ high school buddy of mine
When I heard someone creep’n ‘round outside my door

20 miles from town’n way back in the woods
People out that late are up to no damn good
So I grabbed my gun as my boots hit the floor

I hollered out “Man you better get gone
cuz I aint in this house all alone”
When the door flung open I let that mossburg roar

If you Mess with old boys like me
Best be right with the Lord’n
have Godspeed
Cuz I ain't the type to dial nine one one—-
I Believe there’s honor in speaking the truth,
N’ standing for the red, white and blue
God, country, and family is what I bleed
Yeah—-
I don't tread on you, so tread carefully


Its a sad state of affairs in this land
When the intruder can actually sue a man
And get to have his day in our nations courts

Between the lawyer bills and the time at trial
I was questioning my whole damn lifestyle then
the gavel fell and my faith was restored

“It was self defense-his word against mine
Next time I’ll be the only one left alive”
So remember that ‘fore you go creeping round my door

If you Mess with old boys like me
Best be right with the Lord’n
have Godspeed
Cuz I ain't the type to dial nine one one—-
I believe there's honor in speakin the truth
N’ standing for the red white and blue
God, country, and family is what I bleed
Yeah—-
I don't tread on you, so tread carefully

Yeah I aint the type to dial nine one one——
God, country, and family is what I bleed
I don't tread on you, so tread carefully