Old America

(album: Belt Buckles And Brass Knuckles - 2013)

I don't like communism and I don't wanna speak Chinese
I don't care for globalization and I don't like the Middle East
Don't give me that time's a changing line of crap
I want my old America back
I miss the days of the pledge in school
And God on the dollar bill
Keep the screen door wide open all night long
Not worried about getting killed
And twenty bucks could buy me a tank of gas
I want my old America back

What happened to the pledge in school
They took God out too, man that ain't cool
United we stood, and divided we fell
If we don't bring it back now, then we're headed for hell
See gas is to high, we can't find no jobs
And them government crooks steady steal and rob
Trying take my guns, good luck with that
We're mounted up baby
'Bout to bring old America back

I say we keep the jobs at home and quit shipping them overseas
Don't worry about foreign folks, let's worry 'bout you and me
And get our boys the hell out of Iraq
Let's have our old America back

I remember leaving doors open all night
I remember being cool to have a fist fight
I remember saying prayers in school
I remember teachers teaching us the golden rule
I remember 20 dollars filling up my tank
I remember when we used to even trust our banks
I remember when our president was born on our land
Let's take old America back
Baby, that's the plan

Lord, shine your light upon this land I love
On the stars and stripes
On the stars and stripes
Lord, shine your light upon this land I love
On the stars and stripes
On the stars and stripes