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All the old men at the diner, telling tales too tall to tell They're bragging about the good ol' days and how this country has gone to hell But as for me, I believe we got a heartland full of hope We're coming back abound 'cause you can't hold down the American soul It's the joy of grandma laughing at grandpa's funny jokes It's the rumble of those old baseball cards flapping between the spokes It's a Fourth of July picnic, it's Farm Aid and rock 'n roll From town to town, you can hear the sound of the American soul Oh say can you see, the flag that you wave Freedom ain't free, in the home of the brave It's the root in the boots, from the hard hat to the steel toe It's the hustle and muscle, blood, sweat and tears that build the backbone Of the American soul It's the words of Amazing Grace, and it's Born In The USA It's those Yankees in the playoffs, those Cowboys on a Sunday It's the red, white and blue, it's the yellow, brown and black It's those rotten ol' Republicans and those darned ol' Democrats Say can you see, the flag that you wave Freedom ain't free, in the home of the brave It's the root in the boots, from the hard hat to the steel toe It's the hustle and muscle, blood, sweat and tears that build the backbone Of the American soul Letras de canciones Oh say can you see, the flag that you wave Freedom ain't free, in the home of the brave It's the root in the boots, from the hard hat to the steel toe It's the hustle and muscle, blood, sweat and tears that build the backbone Of the American soul All we need is a little love To knock off a little rust Take time to shine that penny So we can read In God We Trust From Letras Mania