Monday, November 2, 2009

God & Guns

Sometimes I wanna light up
underneath the no-smoking sign
Sometimes I wish they'd tell me,
how justice got so blind
I wish they'd just leave me alone
'cause I'm doing alright
You can take your change on
down the road and leave me here with mine

'Cause that ain't my America
That ain't this country's roots
You wanna slam old Uncle Sam
But I ain't letting you
I'm mad as hell and you know I still
bleed Red, White, and Blue
That ain't us
That ain't My America

I was standing there in Dallas
Waitin on a plane
I overheard an old man
Tell a young soldier "thanks"
The young soldier hung his head and
said "it's hard to believe
you're the only one who took the
time to say a word to me"

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