You may see me on the corner with a big old smile That says "don't tread on me" With my hand on a bottle like a weapon in my hand That spells my liberty Well, there ain't no work on a hot summer's night You know there ain't no work at all And a dollar and a quarter gonna buy another bottle Help me make it to the fall I was itchin' for a fight when my country come a-callin' I was educated for that chore I believed what they said about fightin' them reds And i marched off to that war Well, the only red i saw was blood on the field And my bank account when i got home And the red in the bottle that i thought that i needed 'gainst the nightmares of being alone Well, out in california th'got some very fine wine And they keep it in the bottle 'til it's aged And they know when they bottle that the rich gonna pay So they place it in a wooden crate But the poison that they bottle for a dollar and a quarter You know it comes from the very same grapes But they play the percentage that no one gonna notice Keep the poor man with nothing on his plate Well, this country it was founded on a flag with a snake That said "don't tread on me" And a flag with a chain with thirteen little circles Whose weakest link is me When cannon fodder sells for a dollar and a quarter How unlucky can one boy be But i'm pledging my time when i break this bottle And i say "don't tread on me"