American Soul - Aaron Watson

All the old men at the diner

Tellin' tales too tall to tell

They’re all braggin' 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 comin' back around

‘Cause you can’t hold down the American Soul

It’s the joy of grandma laughin'

And grandpa’s funny jokes

It’s the rumble of those ol' baseball cards

Flappin' between the spokes

It’s a Fourth of July picnic

It’s farm-made and rock and roll

From town to town

You can hear the sound of the American Soul

Oh, say can you see

Flag that you wave

Freedom ain’t free

In the home of the brave

It’s the roots and the boots

From the hard hat to the steel toe

It’s the hustle and bustle

Blood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone

Of the American Soul

It’s the words of «Amazing Grace»

And it’s «Born in the U.S.A.»

It’s those Yankees in the playoffs

Those Cowboys on a Sunday

It’s a red, white, and blue

It’s the yellow, brown, and black

It’s those rotten ol' Republicans

And those darned ol' Democrats

Say can you see

The flag that you wave

Freedom ain’t free

In the home of the brave

It’s the roots and the boots

From the hard hat to the steel toe

It’s the hustle and bustle

Blood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone

Of the American Soul

Of the American Soul

Oh, say can you see

Flag that you wave

Freedom ain’t free

In the home of the brave

It’s the roots and the boots

From the hard hat to the steel toe

It’s the hustle and bustle

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»