MADE IN USA

Head bowed, body bent
Jesus love don't pay the rent
I pray, but I won't repent
MADE IN USA


Corn liquor on a pop'lar stump
Trash burnin' in a fifty-five gallon drum
Backyard's a boneyard of memories and junk
MADE IN USA


I love you, baby
'Though you gave me no son
And all the money
I worked my wholelife for is gone
My Bible pages, cut out, in the shape of a gun
MADE IN USA


I'm gonna hang on 'till heaven rains down the fire,
or they pry
my cold
dead fingers
away


Old friends, dead and gone
Old Glory, hangin' on
blind faith
right or wrong
MADE IN USA