outsourced jobs.. say goodbye.." To American Made, to American Pride"
Tired of the way things are going..
Ain’t much left of our little town
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8 measure
I finished school at the top of my class
late night study groups, a thing of the past
my parents worked hard to put me through school
but now I’m left feeling just like a fool
No matter where I look or where I go
I can’t find a job or a place to grow
What'll I tell the folks back home
that I am a total waste of the seeds they’ve sown
So many have died to keep us free
so we can live the American dream
Now the bank wants to come and take our house
Put up a sign and lock us out
Things are sure changing in the land of the free
the futures lookin dark for my friends n me
Unemployment's up and the stock market's down
there aint much left of our little town
Out sourced jobs you can say goodbye
to "American Made" To American Pride
the factories close and the mills shut down
there aint much left of our little town
4 measure inst
Welcome to the land of opportunity
not so many years ago, my grandpas dream
But things have changed here since he’s gone
He probably wouldn’t understand what went wrong
we still raise his flag on memorial day
we do every year since he passed away
just a small token of our appreciation
to those who have died defending our nation
He taught us all to work hard every day
an Honest man’s work for a honest man’s pay
By the he got home, and we were in bed
He never complained he just kept us all fed
Things are sure changing in the land of the free
the futures lookin' dark for my friends n me
Unemployment's up and the stock market's down
there ain't much left of our little town
Out sourced jobs you can say goodbye
to "American Made" To American Pride
the factories close and the mills shut down
there aint much left of our little town
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whatever happened to our national pride
when we'd pledge allegiance side by side
If united we stand and divided we fall
I'm terrified we're gonna lose it all.
The cost of living is rising fast
It’s anybody’s guess how long we can last
we fight over money we fight over gas
We never seem to learn from the sins of our past
The price at the pump is gittin' out of hand
we're still held for ransom by a foreign land
We can't even bow our heads and pray
for fear of what others might have to say
Things are sure changing in the land of the free
the futures lookin' dark for my friends n me
Unemployment's up and the stock market's down
there ain't much left of our little town
Out sourced jobs you can say goodbye
to "American Made" To American Pride
the factories close and the mills shut down
there aint much left of our little town