God Bless America
God Bless America
We have a little confusion in the good old U.S. of A.
A certain group of people, think this country is in decay.
Without the mighty Trump we’ll never make it through.
They no longer have any pride for the Red White and Blue.
They think that we are broken and their ego’s a little bruised.
I’ll try to clear this up, for those that are confused.
Our freedom is still intact, we all still have our guns.
We’re still the toughest in the world, we are our father’s sons.
We the people are in charge; this will never change.
We’re always locked and loaded and never out of range.
This land will never falter, we are one nation under God.
We will always be protected, by his staff and by his rod.
Never judge the people by the actions of a few.
The Eagle still flies, even when its black and blue.
Our bruises will fade away, we’ll never lose our rank.
God still blesses America; you can take that to the bank!
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