Lyrics

[Verse 1: CB3] I don't like communism and I don't wanna speak Chinese I don't care for globalization and I don't like the Middle East Don't give me that time's a changin' line of crap I want my old America back I miss the days of the pledge in school And God on the dollar bill Keep the screen door wide open all night long Not worried about gettin' killed And twenty bucks could buy me a tank of gas I want my old America back [Verse 2: Brahma Bull] What happened to the pledge in school They took God out too, man that ain't cool United we stood, and divided we fell If we don't bring it back now, then we're headed for hell See gas is to high, we can't find no jobs And them government crooks steady steal and rob Tryin' take my guns, good luck with that We're mounted up baby 'Bout to bring old America back [Bridge: CB3] I say we keep the jobs at home and quit shippin' them overseas Don't worry about foreign folks, let's worry 'bout you and me And get our boys the hell out of Iraq Let's have our old America back [Verse 3: Brahma Bull] I remember leavin' doors open all night I remember bein' cool to have a fist fight I remember sayin' prayers in school I remember teachers teachin' us the golden rule I remember 20 dollars fillin' up my tank I remember when we used to even trust our banks I remember when our president was born on our land Let's take old America back Baby that's the plan [Outro: CB3] Lord, shine your light upon this land I love On the stars and stripes On the stars and stripes Lord, shine your light upon this land I love On the stars and stripes On the stars and stripes