American Soul

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

They're all 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 around '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, it's Born In The U.S.A.

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

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

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