What America Is Lyrics by Tom MacDonald
I know we ain’t the same, I know we’re different
I don’t agree with half the things that you think
You want to change, I like tradition
You hate America, but I think it’s wicked
Just like it is
Fireworks under four big tires and a Ford flag hanging from the porch
And some liquor to sip
Middle fingers to the sky, we’ll be free until we die, it’s the stars and the stripes
It’s what America is
Got the pedal to the floor, it’s a 4×4, say a prayer to the Lord
And just let it rip
California to New York, from the South to the North, back to back World Wars
It’s the ass that we kick
And we ain’t ‘gon treat you any different ’cause you’re on the other side of the road, no
And we still ‘gon invite you to the party, it don’t matter which way you want to vote
Lemme buy you a beer, you can buy me a smoke
Hell, I’ll lend you a buck if the bills got you broke
You can tell me your side, and I’ll just tell ya your woke
America’s fine, you should leave it alone
Baby, just like it is
Fireworks under four big tires and a Ford flag hanging from the porch
And some liquor to sip
Middle fingers to the sky, we’ll be free until we die, it’s the stars and the stripes
It’s what America is
Got the pedal to the floor, it’s a 4×4, say a prayer to the Lord
And just let it rip
California to New York, from the South to the North, back to back World Wars
It’s the ass that we kick
We don’t gotta be friends, you think I’m crazy and I don’t think you make sense
We don’t gotta be buddies, but you can stop by the house
If you need somewhere to stay, go ‘head crash on the couch
We ain’t seein’ eye to eye, we can scream, we can fight, or agree to disagree and keep on livin’ our lives
Our opinions don’t align, you got yours and I got mine
America don’t care how you feel, it’s doin’ fine
Just like it is
We don’t need more, we don’t need less, America’s best
Just like it is
We don’t need help, we don’t need change, America’s great
Baby, just like it is
Fireworks under four big tires and a Ford flag hanging from the porch
And some liquor to sip
Middle fingers to the sky, we’ll be free until we die, it’s the stars and the stripes
It’s what America is
Got the pedal to the floor, it’s a 4×4, say a prayer to the Lord
And just let it rip
California to New York, from the South to the North, back to back World Wars
It’s the ass that we kick
