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Job Job Oh beautiful for spaced out skies Once filled with astronauts Now budget cuts have landed them Below the fruited plains For Amber alerts and waves of grain Above the traffic lanes America the juggernaut Once power to all nations America the jobornauts There’s not a job for thee Above the fruit loops plains Oh spread your gravy on thy goods With purple mounted tattooed youths From sea to shining sea With turkey, turtles and cheese And add some ham if you would please Above the freebie majority On purple curdled majesty So crown our good with Crayola crayons From sea to shining sea We'll draw pictures for all to see Of purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plains So pass the gravy if you please My country tis of thee