Everybody’s Bringing Their Stuff to the Trump Rally
Performed by Debbie “Hayride” Harper & The Prairie Songbirds
Everybody’s Bringing Their Stuff to the Trump Rally — Lyrics and Music by Alan Nafzger
Verse 1
Jimmy Joe’s in his jacked-up Ford,
Been dreamin’ ’bout the rally, can’t be ignored.
Workin’ on that engine, makin’ it roar,
Gonna burn rubber in the lot for sure.
Flags wavin’ high, horns a-blarin’ loud,
MAGA hat on, right foot’s proud.
Bumper stickers shout ‘Drain the Swamp,’
Jimmy Joe’s got new tires, yeah, set to romp!
Chorus
Everybody’s bringin’ stuff to the Trump rally,
Pickups, flags flyin’, it’s a rowdy ol’ rally.
Barbecue’s smokin’, tailgate party song,
Singin’ ’bout America, all day long.
It’s a pride parade, ain’t no dilly-dally,
Everybody’s bringin’ their stuff to the Trump rally!
Verse 2
Dee Lynne’s bringin’ her spread,
Tailgate feast gonna knock ’em dead.
Chili, cornbread, and a five-layer dip,
Queen of the party, won’t let it slip.
Cooler full of Bud, sweet tea, too,
Red, white, blue napkins, say can you see?
Nothin’ like a rally to bring out her best,
Stars and stripes cupcakes pass the test!
Chorus
Everybody’s bringin’ stuff to the Trump rally,
Pickups, flags flyin’, it’s a rowdy ol’ rally.
Barbecue’s smokin’, tailgate party song,
Singin’ ’bout America, all day long.
It’s a pride parade, ain’t no dilly-dally,
Everybody’s bringin’ their stuff to the Trump rally!
Verse 3
Grandma’s not complainin’, she’s doin’ her part,
Field glasses ready, got a vigilant heart.
Not her job, but she’s helpin’ out,
Watchin’ for terrorist and Marx, no doubt.
Binoculars in hand, she’s scannin’ the crowd,
“Eyes peeled, folks!” she’s shoutin’ loud.
She’s got high dollar Bushnell, she’s on the scene,
Lookin’ for anything that ain’t red, white, or John Deere green…
Chorus
Everybody’s bringin’ stuff to the Trump rally,
Pickups, flags flyin’, it’s a rowdy ol’ rally.
Barbecue’s smokin’, tailgate party song,
Singin’ ’bout America, all day long.
It’s a pride parade, ain’t no dilly-dally,
‘Cause everybody’s bringin’ their stuff to the Trump rally!
Bridge
Jimmy’s burnin’ Good Year rubber, Dee’s servin’ pie,
Grandma’s on the lookout, with her Bushnell Bone Collector eyes.
It’s a country fair, a barbecue show,
Ain’t nothin’ like a Trump rally, everybody knows!
Final Chorus
Everybody’s bringin’ stuff to the Trump rally,
Pickups, flags flyin’, it’s a rowdy ol’ rally.
Barbecue’s smokin’, tailgate party song,
Singin’ ’bout America, all day long.
It’s a pride parade, ain’t no dilly-dally,
‘Cause everybody’s bringin’ stuff to the Trump rally!
Yeah, everybody’s bringin’ their stuff to the Trump rally!
Outro
So bark those tires, grab a plate of chili,
Join the fun, we’re all gettin’ silly.
It’s the Trump rally, where the spirit’s free,
Everybody’s comin’ in, just watch and see!
God, I love these Trump rallies…
Trump Rally Song Images
“Everyone’s Bringing Their Stuff to the Trump Rally”
by Alan Nafzger (2020)
The trucks are rollin’ in, flags flyin’ high,
Everyone’s gatherin’ under the big open sky.
Old Glory waves from every pickup bed,
A sea of red hats and banners that said—
“Drain the Swamp” and “Make America Great,”
They’re here to rally, it ain’t up for debate.
Jimmy Joe’s revvin’ his jacked-up ride,
Burnin’ rubber, lettin’ freedom take a stride.
He’s got new tires, and his right foot’s proud,
Spewin’ smoke like a rebel in the crowd.
The engines roar, and the speakers blare,
It’s more than a rally; it’s a county fair.
Dee Lynne’s set the table with her tailgate spread,
Chili and cornbread, enough to be fed.
She’s got the spirit in every bite,
Stars and stripes on her cupcakes, a glorious sight.
Sweet tea’s pourin’ and Bud Light’s cold,
Every dish on display, worth its weight in gold.
And there’s Grandma, sharp with her eagle-eye,
Field glasses ready, always on standby.
She’s watchin’ the crowd, scan after scan,
Lookin’ for anything that don’t fit the plan.
It ain’t her job, but she’s on the scene,
Searchin’ for what ain’t red, white, or John Deere green.
The crowd’s a mix, but they’re all the same,
Different stories, but one name.
From truck beds to tailgates, they’ve come to stay,
In this parade of pride, ain’t no other way.
It’s more than a moment; it’s a call,
Answerin’ to the country’s rallyin’ hall.
So they gather, with their stuff in hand,
Under the blue sky, in this free land.
They cheer and they shout, they wave and they sing,
United under one, they bring what they bring.
Everyone’s here, from far and wide,
To the Trump rally, where they stand with pride.
Last Updated on October 29, 2024 by Alan Nafzger