The United Saints of America

via Breitbart America 250

THE UNITED SAINTS OF AMERICA

It ain’t that purple mountains majesty
It ain’t the fruited plain
It ain’t that shimmering sunset
Out on amber waves of grain

It’s the shoulders of people
from a thousand lands
Who showed up with nothing
But dreams in their hands
And built something beautiful
Yeah, hey still make it beautiful

You can say what you want
You can throw stones
But on her worst day
It’s still home sweet home
You can’t kill the idea that put its roots deep down in dust and blood
Done a whole lotta bending
But you can’t make her break
Hell or high water
That flag’s gonna wave
If you wanna know what keeps this crazy thing standing up
It’s the United Saints of America

We’ve got our share of scoundrels
Outlaws and clowns
Cowboys and Preachers
Who love one horse towns
Big city white collars bright lights and big shiny cars

We’ve got farmers on tractor that keep us all fed
The north and south
The blue and the red
They make something beautiful
Man those colors are beautiful

You can say what you want
You can throw stones
But on her worst day
It’s still home sweet home
You can’t kill the idea that put its roots deep down in dust and blood
Done a whole lotta bending
But you can’t make her break
Hell or high water
That flag’s gonna wave
If you wanna know what keeps this crazy thing standing up
It’s the United Saints of America

From the bible belt buckle
To the streets with no church
It’s hard to explain it
But somehow it works
And I dare you to find me a soldier more brave
Than the ones who salute stars and stripes every day

You can say what you want
You can throw stones
But on her worst day
It’s still home sweet home
You can’t kill the idea that put its roots deep down in dust and blood
Done a whole lotta bending
But you can’t make her break
Hell or high water
That flag’s gonna wave
If you wanna know what keeps this crazy thing standing up
Yeah if you wanna know what keeps this crazy thing standing up
It’s the United Saints of America