John Wayne's Body

It seems the Old West and America Are two of the many things we must save— All these changes are coming much too fast— Big John Wayne must be turning in his grave. They’ve done and made cowboys an evil thing; Seems like there aren’t no heroes anymore— TV westerns and movies are now rare— There aren’t any causes left to die for. Oh, but we are politically correct And limp-wristed we brag on how we’re green— But green’s just another dern word for red— It all takes our freedom and is obscene. Yes, when did our country take the wrong path? Where’s truth, justice, the American way? It seems our leaders are a bunch of fools And they never listen to what we say! It’s time to take back the land that we love And live by our Lord’s and the cowboy’s code— Praise God and pass the ammunition son— We’ll ride to reclaim the country we’re owned! Oh, why has the land we love gone astray? And why aren’t we now the home of the brave? And why have we let it all slip away, While big John Wayne spins wildly in his grave?