American Son Songtext
von War Hippies

This land is hard, this land is mean
This dirt is red from the blood it′s seen
Raised on a good book, hand on a gun
Never backing down, the American son

I was born from the blood of a working man
Stand and fight for those who can't
I put my hand across my heart even through the hard times
I get chills on my back when I see old glory fly

This land is hard, this land is mean
This dirt is red from the blood it′s seen
Raised on the good book, hand on a gun
Never backing down, the American son

I ain't afraid to sweat, I ain't afraid to bleed
Stand alone for what I believe
Rather die on my feet than live on my knees
There ain′t no man that′s gonna take it from me


Cuz This land is hard, this land is mean
This dirt is red from the blood it's seen
Raised on the good book, hand on a gun
Never backing down, the American son

We come from the farms and the ranches
The oil field hands, the ones who turn the wrenches
We built these bridges and roads
Yeah the big rig drivers, haulin′ a load
We're the mason, the cop, the cold miner
The banker, the lawyer, and the fire fighter
I′m the man in the shadows who carries a gun
I'm a sheep dog, the American Son

I am the American son
Never backing down, I ain′t never gonna run
I am the American son
Never backing down, I ain't never gonna run
I am the American son
Never backing down, I ain't never gonna run
I am the American son
I′m gonna take it to my grave when my day is done