| I see the red, white and blue
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| So mixed up and so confused
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| Nobody knows which way to go
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| I see us turning down a dead-end road
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| We’re playin' 'round, losing ground
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| And things are lookin' bad in my town
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| I see me, I see you
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| I see that it is so much to do
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| We got to step all along
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| We’ve grown up working America’s farm
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| We got the ground, we got the seed
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| But she won’t grow without you and me
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| We got the rain, but no how
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| It’s just a matter of us grabbing the plow
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| We got the hands, we got the arms
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| I say it’s time to work America’s farm
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| I see it time we face the facts
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| Somewhere our train has jumped its track
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| We got to stop standing still
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| We need a good engineer at the wheel
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| We’re laying back in the shade
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| I seen it all days and week
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| I see me, I see you
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| Sleeping on that red, white and blue
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| We got to step all along
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| We’ve grown up working America’s farm
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| We got the ground, we got the seed
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| But she won’t grow without you and me
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| We got the rain, but no how
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| It’s just a matter of us grabbing the plow
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| We got the hands, we got the arms
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| I say it’s time to work America’s farm |