Sweet little ladies
Arrogant young bucks
Crusty old cowboys
In their rusty pickup trucks
That’s my America
Land of the brave and home of the free
They don’t always look like you my friend
And they don’t always think like me
Lily white preppy
Cool black dude
Average working Joe
With a “can-do” attitude
That’s my America
Land of the brave and home of the free
They don’t always look like you my friend
And they don’t always think like me
Committed gays and lesbians
Dedicated straights
Folks living in the ghetto
Folks living behind gates
That’s my America
Land of the brave and home of the free
They don’t always look like you my friend
And they don’t always think like me
Egghead intellectuals
Bulbs that barely light
Some lean way to the left
And some only lean right
That’s my America
Land of the brave and home of the free
They don’t always look like you my friend
And they don’t always think like me
Some are bound for heaven
Some are bent on hell
The thing is from the outside
It’s awfully hard to tell
People that have money
Some never have enough
Those that glide unscathed through life
Folks that have it tough
That’s my America
Land of the brave and home of the free
They don’t always look like you my friend
And they don’t always think like me
Some say we need more government
Others insist on less
The one thing we agree on is
We’re really in a mess
That’s my America
Land of the brave and home of the free
They don’t always look like you my friend
And they don’t always think like me
It seems that “We the People”
Are incredibly diverse
And things could be much better
But they sure could be much worse
That’s my America
Land of the brave and home of the free
They don’t always look like you my friend
And they don’t always think like me
