For America

歌詞

Living on bennies and apple pie Cigarettes whiskey and a wide open sky He inspired millions long after he died On the road, looking for America Well my buddy's son joined up with the 48th brigade One week and a month and a buck sergeants paid But he lost his right arm on a Baghdad highway That's one hell of a price to pay fighting for America Gardens of stone and dinosaur bones When they all come back home what will they find? What will they find? I dreamed I went back to the Promised Land I went down to the crossroads and I shook the Devil's hand When I woke up I found my self sifting through the sand And I wondered what was the plan, for America? For America, for America