New Country

Me and my friends we're building

A whole new place for us to live

And it's not a small shotgun shack on a hill

It's a new country

Me and my friends we're making

A whole new state that we can run.

We got washing machines and drum machines

And machine guns

Me and my friends we're fixing

A whole new land where you can hide

And it's just bellow the open arms

Of Jesus Christ

You can even say that we ain't here to stay

But as long as the kid pays

And the old man says that this ain't the right way, ain't the true way

We're gonna be here