"America" as written by and Laura Veirs....
How can it be so cold out here in America,
Everybody is packing heat in America,
Draining their barrels on the city streets of America,
America, America, America.

The cart has come unhitched from the horse in America,
Down the hill and off the course of America,
Founding fathers roll in their graves in America,
America, America, America.

Wind is blowing through the trees of America,

Every madman finds his peace in America,
America, America, America.








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