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Sometimes I wanna light up underneath the no smoking sign |
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Sometimes I wished they'd tell me how justice got so blind |
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I wish they'd just leave me alone 'cause I'm doing alright |
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You can take your change on down the road |
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And leave me here with mine |
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'Cause that ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots |
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You wanna slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't letting you |
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I'm mad as hell and you know I still bleed red, white and blue |
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That ain't us, that ain't my America, that ain't my America |
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Yeah, I was standing there in Dallas, waiting on a plane |
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I overheard an old man tell a young soldier thanks |
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Young soldier hung his head and said it's hard to believe |
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You're the only one that took the time to say a word to me |
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And the old man said |
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That ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots |
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You wanna slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't letting you |
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Yeah, I'm mad as hell and you know I still bleed red, white and blue |
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That ain't us, that ain't my America, that ain't my America |
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It's to the women and men in their hands |
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They hold a bible and a gun |
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And they ain't afraid of nothing |
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When they're holding either one |
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Now there's kids that can't pray in school |
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Hundred dollar tanks of gas |
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I can tell you right now this country ain't |
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Ain't supposed to be like that |
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No, that ain't my America, that ain't this country's roots |
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You wanna slam ol' Uncle Sam but I ain't letting you |
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Yeah, I'm mad as hell and you know I still bleed red, white and blue |
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That ain't us and that ain't my, that ain't my America |
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Oh no, that ain't my America |
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No, no, no, no |
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That ain't my America, oh no |
