God Bless The U.S.A.
3. God Bless the USA
Raymond Jones came home to Greenville
After his second tour
They showed a video on the local news
Of his kids waiting at the door
He threw his boots down on the carpet
They were still filled with desert sand
He laid down on the couch for the next three days
Because he couldn't bear to stand
But he's proud to be an American
Where at least he knows he's free
And he won't forget the men who died
Sometimes he says it should have been me
And he can't escape the movies running
Through his mind most every day
Well there ain't no doubt that boy's not the same
God bless the USA
He spent six months pacing the floors
He didn't know what else to do
Then he got a job pushing a broom around
At his old high school
He looked down when he saw the teachers
Of every class he flunked
The kids would sneak up behind him and yell boom boom
Just to see how high he'd jump
But he's proud to be an American
Where at least he knows he's free
And he won't forget the men who died
Sometimes he says it should have been me
And he can't escape the movies running
Through his mind most every day
Well there ain't no doubt that boy's not the same
God bless the USA
From sea to shining sea
Bombs are bursting in the air
And sometimes you take the long way home
Just to find them still exploding there
But he's proud to be an American
Where at least he knows he's free
And he won't forget the men who died
Sometimes he says it should have been me
And he can't escape the movies running
Through his mind most every day
Well there ain't no doubt that boy's not the same
God bless the USA
Well there ain't no doubt he'll never be the same
God bless the USA