| All the old men at the diner
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| Tellin' tales too tall to tell
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| They’re all braggin' about the good ol' days
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| And how this country has gone to hell
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| But as for me, I believe
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| We got a heartland full of hope
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| We’re comin' back around
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| ‘Cause you can’t hold down the American Soul
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| It’s the joy of grandma laughin'
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| And grandpa’s funny jokes
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| It’s the rumble of those ol' baseball cards
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| Flappin' between the spokes
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| It’s a Fourth of July picnic
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| It’s farm-made and rock and roll
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| From town to town
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| You can hear the sound of the American Soul
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| Oh, say can you see
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| Flag that you wave
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| Freedom ain’t free
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| In the home of the brave
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| It’s the roots and the boots
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| From the hard hat to the steel toe
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| It’s the hustle and bustle
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| Blood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone
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| Of the American Soul
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| It’s the words of «Amazing Grace»
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| And it’s «Born in the U.S.A.»
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| It’s those Yankees in the playoffs
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| Those Cowboys on a Sunday
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| It’s a red, white, and blue
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| It’s the yellow, brown, and black
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| It’s those rotten ol' Republicans
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| And those darned ol' Democrats
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| Say can you see
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| The flag that you wave
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| Freedom ain’t free
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| In the home of the brave
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| It’s the roots and the boots
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| From the hard hat to the steel toe
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| It’s the hustle and bustle
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| Blood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone
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| Of the American Soul
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| Of the American Soul
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| Oh, say can you see
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| Flag that you wave
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| Freedom ain’t free
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| In the home of the brave
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| It’s the roots and the boots
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| From the hard hat to the steel toe
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| It’s the hustle and bustle
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| Blood, sweat, and tears that build the backbone
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| Of the American Soul
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| All we need is a little love
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| To knock off a little rust
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| Take time to shine that penny
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| So we can read «In God We Trust» |