| I’m chasing down a memory
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| Of the way that things used to be Kids playing underneath and old street light
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| Knowing they were safe when they laid down at night
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| I’m looking for something I ain’t seen in a while
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| I’m looking for a factory
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| Where a man can feed his family
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| Not worried about them moving it south
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| Closing the doors and shutting her down tomorrow
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| I’m looking for America
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| The land of the free and the home of the brave
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| Seems like I just woke up one day
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| And it was gone, long gone
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| But I know in my heart it’s still out there
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| Can somebody please tell me where
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| I’m looking for America
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| I’m searching for an old church steeple
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| Where inside you’ll find people
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| Who live their lives unashamed
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| And they ain’t afraid to say God’s name outloud
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| Yeah I’m looking for America
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| Repeat Chorus
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| I’m out here looking for the truth
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| A few folks to waive the red, white and blue
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| Who still believe freedom isn’t free
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| And I guess it’s up to you and me to find it Yeah we’ve got to find it Cause we’re looking for
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| Repeat Chorus |