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