I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

And I think to myself what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, their red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no

And I think to myself what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also

Cool, calm, collected She's so affected She's well respected Well, she's very wealthy it's true So in that she is one up on you She's dressed all in red, white and blue And she always knows more than you do She knows who to smile to today She has just

And I think to myself what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also

My hair's turning white, My neck's always been red, My collar's still blue, We've always been here Just trying to sing the truth to you. Yes you could say We've always been, Red, white, and blue We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds,

And I think to myself what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also

This world was made for all men We pledge allegiance All our lives To the magic colors Red, blue and white But we all must be given The liberty that we defend For with justice not for all men History will repeat again

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak Three cords and some down-home soul Some things never grow old I grew up on