I bleed red when I stand and fight
I wear white on this side of right
So I talk blue. What’s it to you?
I cross my heart
I bend my knee
I shed a tear for this flag of free
That’s all the proof I’ll ever need of my country
Them devils can site all the scripture they want
Angels are here on our side of the stump
Dancing on the graves of who knows when
In my country we roll on up our sleeves
My country. Love it or leave
My country won’t suffer fools or thieves
In my country I do damn sure believe
We’ll see the judgment day when the judge’ll toss it all away
and we’ll be left in the great bold yesterday of my country
You remember when in my country her truth we did defend
My country
I’m all in my country so full of good intent
Take down, put down, downtown hoedown hey
Push ups, pull ups, pin ups, pick ups yeah
Its my country y’all got hell to pay for my country, my country, my country
Hear me say it again
It’s my country, my country, my country
I’ll stand up proud and defend my country from my country
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The MUSICIANS
Albino Guimaraes Vocals & Guitars
Joe Boyle Electric Guitars
Joe O’Brien Bass Guitar
Jon Peckman Drums & Percussion
Sophie Guimaraes Vocals
Behind The Song...
My Country
America is a special place. And yes it is a geographical space, but it much more importantly occupies the headspace of grand ideas and aspirations. The idea of “America” belongs to the world. It is the idea of “America” that makes America great. It is this idea of America that has filled America with the type of people who will risk all they have ever known for a chance at a better life for themselves and their children.
Some of those here in this country have lost the appreciation for this fighting spirit which drove their ancestors. We are collectively getting soft around the middle.