Middle age lotharios 

In ivory towers made of stone 

Wear tweed jackets, white linen 

Weave stories dull as bone 

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They prowl their castles 

Failed husks of tired men 

Sow seeds of discontent 

To the sparrow and the wren 

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I drive across the prairie 

Combines churning the corn 

A hawk spies her dinner 

Big rig blasting his horn 

Fox runs his hare 

Sun scorches the tarmac 

Takin’ the road back 

I squint in the glare 

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Evening in the heartland 

Route 66 

I can’t take the 80 

I’m in a fix 

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I got highway hypnosis 

Just gotta lie down 

Put my head on the pillow 

Melt into the down 

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This country’s a tinker’s tale 

Written in joy 

The birth of a newborn, 

I hope it’s a boy 

Triumph of war fought a world away 

A girl’s first kiss in the summer hay 

Sorrow and heartache 

When mom passed away 

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This is the heartland 

Truth is her blood 

Devotion to others 

Strength in the flood 

Mothers birth children 

They come back under a flag 

Fathers lean into the harness 

Their faith never sags 

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And you can keep your stone castles 

You can spew your bitter hate 

‘Cause in the heartland I’ll lie down 

Become one with my fate 

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This is America 

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(Spoken JW) 

This is America

 

(Spoken) In whose sweet embrace 

(Sung) In whose sweet embrace

 

(Spoken) The fallen now slumber 

(Sung) The fallen now slumber

 

(Spoken) Blessed by her grace 

(Sung) Blessed by her grace 

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This is America 

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Hated by small men 

Sure of it all 

Loved by the heroes 

So quiet and tall 

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Feel the breeze of her freedom 

Like an oak in the swale 

Find your name written 

In the strength of her story 

Told by the campfire 

Of the old Tinker’s Tale 

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Of the old Tinker’s Tale 

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Of the old Tinker’s Tale 

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Of the old Tinker’s Tale 

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This is America