Raised in the Bible belt, he learned early bout Heaven and hell
In the land of the free and the home of the Crimson Tide
He was six years old in seventy nine, when we held Penn State and their Nittany Lions
On that goal line stand, that's where it all began, And he can still remember the day the Bear died, It was the only time he ever saw tears, In his daddy's eyes
And he's a good man, He's God fearing, as long as the Tide is winning
It's in his blood and it runs down to the bone
From his t-shirt from ninety two to his faded deuce is loose tattoo
No need to ask. One look And You just knew, He's crimson through and through
Yeah he's crimson through and through
Well he went south, For game two, The rematch against LSU
For the battle on the bayou in New Orleans, And the fans showed up from miles around
To watch a freight train mow a honey badger down, To a familiar sound, In that Cajun town
They sang rammer jammer yellow hammer, Give em hell, Alabama
And he's a good man, He's God fearing, as long as the Tide is winning
It's in his blood and it runs down to the bone
From his t-shirt from ninety two to his faded deuce is loose tattoo
No need to ask, One look and You just knew, he's crimson through and through
He's a member of the Saban Nation, he cut his teeth on an old iron bowl
He's the one during Sweet Home Alabama, that's yelling Roll Tide Roll
And he's a good man, God fearing, as long as the Tide is winning
It's in his blood and it runs down to the bone, From his t-shirt from ninety two to his faded deuce is loose tattoo, No need to ask, You just knew, He's Crimson Through And Through
Yeah through and through, Yeah he's crimson, Through and through

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