text: 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
  Were 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”