Testo American Pride - Moonshine Bandits

Testo della canzone American Pride (Moonshine Bandits), tratta dall'album Whiskey and Women

Folded flags and memories
Photographs and the rosary
She hangs her head as the choir sings
And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, and she cries
'Cause her family was waiting at home and was praying for him to survive
That folded flag that she now holds, she holds it close tonight
Shots ring out, another angle cries
Open up the gates when he arrives
As he fell to the ground, there was no fear in his eyes
They'll bury him before they bury his pride (yeah, yeah, yeah)
This is for my people that are fighting overseas
This is for my people, keeping all the kids free
Another brother got shot, another RIP
This is for my people that died for you and me
For the red, white and blue, the stars and the strips
The gunpowder residue on letters you write
For every picture that you send to your lonely wife
I'm wishing we can see you just one more time
Now this little old town showing you a lot of pride
Every store downtown has got a flag outside
Today, I bought a six-pack and went for a drive
I'm wishing we could spend it like we did in '05
I remember what you told me when you signed on the line
Didn't do for the fame, didn't do it for the shine
Didn't do for the money, didn't do for a dime
You did it for your country and American pride (yeah)
Shots ring out, another angel cries
Open up the gates when he arrives
As he fell to the ground, there was no fear in his eyes
They'll bury him before they bury his pride
For the red, white and blue, the stars and the stripes (yeah)
Red, white and blue, the stars and the stripes (yeah)
You know the red, white and blue, the stars and the stripes (yeah)
I did it for my country and American pride (yeah)
Shots ring out, another angel cries
Open up the gates when he arrives
As he fell to the ground, there was no fear in his eyes
They'll bury him before they bury his pride
Shots ring out, another angel cries
Open up the gates when he arrives
As he fell to the ground, there was no fear in his eyes
They'll bury him before they bury his pride
So the next time you see a soldier at one of our shows
You buy that soldier a drink, and you tell them thank you
And then you make a toast to freedom



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Writer(s): Brett Brooks, Dusty Dahlgren
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