Got sense enough to know things change But the little man’s getting screwed today Somebody with a backbone please stand up Oh we worked so hard to get this far Now we’re forgetting who we are Hell, we tolerate everything and just call it love
Wear my name on the back of my belt,
Believe there’s a God to save me from hell,
And dirt roads were made for country boys (girls) like me
We can’t stand back and just watch it fade away,
The good ole American way.