Lyrics of 'American Soul' by Aaron Watson

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

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