Looking For America - Mark Wills

I’m chasing down a memory

Of the way that things used to be Kids playing underneath and old street light

Knowing they were safe when they laid down at night

I’m looking for something I ain’t seen in a while

I’m looking for a factory

Where a man can feed his family

Not worried about them moving it south

Closing the doors and shutting her down tomorrow

I’m looking for America

The land of the free and the home of the brave

Seems like I just woke up one day

And it was gone, long gone

But I know in my heart it’s still out there

Can somebody please tell me where

I’m looking for America

I’m searching for an old church steeple

Where inside you’ll find people

Who live their lives unashamed

And they ain’t afraid to say God’s name outloud

Yeah I’m looking for America

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I’m out here looking for the truth

A few folks to waive the red, white and blue

Who still believe freedom isn’t free

And I guess it’s up to you and me to find it Yeah we’ve got to find it Cause we’re looking for

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