American By God's Amazing Grace
Nov 22, 2005 1:48:31 GMT -6
Post by Moderator on Nov 22, 2005 1:48:31 GMT -6
By Luke Stricklin
Bottom of my boots sure are gettin' worn
There's a lot of holes in this faded uniform
My hands are black with dirt and so is my face
I aint never been to hell, but it couldn't be any worse than this place
Tell my wife don't worry, 'cause I know what to do
It makes you feel better sometimes, but don't know if it's true
I know if I die it's just my time to go
But I pray to God every day that I may get back home
Well, when you've seen what I've seen, things don't seem so bad
Quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place
But I was born an American by Gods Amazing Grace
For the last twelve months I've had a new address
The neighborhood smells like sewage and the streets are lined with trash
You never know what's gonna be the next thing to explode
But unlike these people, I have another home
It breaks my heart to see these kids out on the streets
Walking barefoot through the trash, diggin' for something to eat
I give them what I got, just to let them know I care
And I thank God it's not my son that's standing there
Well, when you've seen what I've seen, things don't seem so bad
Quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place
But I was born an American by Gods Amazing Grace
You want to talk about it, you better keep it short
Cause I got a lot of lost time I gotta make up for
Really don't care why Bush went into Iraq
I know what I done there and I'm damn sure proud of that
You got somethin' bad to say about the USA
You better save it for different ears 'less you want to crawl away
And I laugh in your face when you say you've got it bad
Until you've spent some time on the streets of Baghdad
Well, when you've seen what I've seen, things don't seem so bad
Quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place
But I was born an American by Gods Amazing Grace
Bottom of my boots sure are gettin' worn
There's a lot of holes in this faded uniform
My hands are black with dirt and so is my face
I aint never been to hell, but it couldn't be any worse than this place
Tell my wife don't worry, 'cause I know what to do
It makes you feel better sometimes, but don't know if it's true
I know if I die it's just my time to go
But I pray to God every day that I may get back home
Well, when you've seen what I've seen, things don't seem so bad
Quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place
But I was born an American by Gods Amazing Grace
For the last twelve months I've had a new address
The neighborhood smells like sewage and the streets are lined with trash
You never know what's gonna be the next thing to explode
But unlike these people, I have another home
It breaks my heart to see these kids out on the streets
Walking barefoot through the trash, diggin' for something to eat
I give them what I got, just to let them know I care
And I thank God it's not my son that's standing there
Well, when you've seen what I've seen, things don't seem so bad
Quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place
But I was born an American by Gods Amazing Grace
You want to talk about it, you better keep it short
Cause I got a lot of lost time I gotta make up for
Really don't care why Bush went into Iraq
I know what I done there and I'm damn sure proud of that
You got somethin' bad to say about the USA
You better save it for different ears 'less you want to crawl away
And I laugh in your face when you say you've got it bad
Until you've spent some time on the streets of Baghdad
Well, when you've seen what I've seen, things don't seem so bad
Quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place
But I was born an American by Gods Amazing Grace