DullBlah(Verse 1) Sunrise over Texas, red dirt turning gold, A thousand miles of asphalt, stories yet untold. From the factory floor in Detroit to the California vine, There's a spirit working, hands calloused, paying the bottom line. We fuel the trucks that roll all night, beneath the midnight blue, Chasing that horizon, praying for the view. You can hear the church bells ringin', you can hear the freedom chime, This place is loud, this place is rough, but this is yours and mine.
(Pre-Chorus) So crank the windows down, let the dust fly in the breeze, Feel the heart b**t heavy, from the mountains to the seas. Doesn't matter where you came from, what color your shirt may be, When the sun goes down, there’s only one thing we agree:
(Chorus) This is America! Hear the engine roar! The land of second chances, always askin' for more! I'm proud to be American, beneath the stripes and stars! From the front porch swing to the back of the pickup bars! We raise the flag high, shout it out loud and true, Yeah, the good ol' USA—we're still the red, white, and blue!
(Verse 2) I see the high school football lights on a Friday night in fall, I see a veteran stand taller when he answers freedom's call. From the hustle of New York City, to a quiet corn belt town, It’s the people and the principles that hold this country down. We might argue politics, we might disagree on faith, But you break down on the roadside, and a stranger won't hesitate. That's the unspoken promise, etched into the open space, That raw, imperfect greatness, the smile on every face.
(Pre-Chorus) So crank the windows down, let the dust fly in the breeze, Feel the heart b**t heavy, from the mountains to the seas. Doesn't matter where you came from, what color your shirt may be, When the sun goes down, there’s only one thing we agree:
(Chorus) This is America! Hear the engine roar! The land of second chances, always askin' for more! I'm proud to be American, beneath the stripes and stars! From the front porch swing to the back of the pickup bars! We raise the flag high, shout it out loud and true, Yeah, the good ol' USA—we're still the red, white, and blue!
(Guitar Solo - Soaring electric guitar over building strings and heavy drums, channeling a sense of vast, open landscape.)
(Bridge) We f***t for the underdog, we stand up to the bully, 'Cause we know that torch was lit so we could live life fully. This melting pot of spirit, grit, and tireless hands, It takes a whole lotta loving to build a nation of these lands!
(Chorus) This is America! Hear the engine roar! The land of second chances, always askin' for more! I'm proud to be American, beneath the stripes and stars! From the front porch swing to the back of the pickup bars! We raise the flag high, shout it out loud and true, Yeah, the good ol' USA—we're still the red, white, and blue!
(Outro - Music holds on the final chord. Vocals are spoken, powerful, over fading pedal steel.) Yeah... The good ol' USA. God bless it.
