Lyrics American Soul - Aaron Watson

American Soul

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»