Shawn Mullins – For America Lyrics
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