American Soul

All the old men at the diner, telling tales too tall to tell

They're bragging about the good ol' days and how this country has gone to hell

But as for me, I believe we got a heartland full of hope

We're coming back abound 'cause you can't hold down the American soul

It's the joy of grandma laughing at grandpa's funny jokes

It's the rumble of those old baseball cards flapping between the spokes

It's a Fourth of July picnic, it's Farm Aid and rock 'n roll

From town to town, you can hear the sound of the American soul

Oh say can you see, the flag that you wave

Freedom ain't free, in the home of the brave

It's the root in the boots, from the hard hat to the steel toe

It's the hustle and muscle, blood, sweat and tears that build the backbone

Of the American soul

It's the words of Amazing Grace, and it's Born In The USA

It's those Yankees in the playoffs, those Cowboys on a Sunday

It's the red, white and blue, it's the yellow, brown and black

It's those rotten ol' Republicans and those darned ol' Democrats

Say can you see, the flag that you wave

Freedom ain't free, in the home of the brave

It's the root in the boots, from the hard hat to the steel toe

It's the hustle and muscle, blood, sweat and tears that build the backbone

Of the American soul

Oh say can you see, the flag that you wave

Freedom ain't free, in the home of the brave

It's the root in the boots, from the hard hat to the steel toe

It's the hustle and muscle, blood, sweat and tears that build the backbone

Of the American soul

All we need is a little love

To knock off a little rust

Take time to shine that penny

So we can read In God We Trust