For America

Living on bennies and apple pie
Cigarettes whiskey and a wide open sky
He inspired millions long after he died
On the road, looking for America
Well my buddy’s son joined up with the 48th brigade
One week and a month and a buck sergeants paid
But he lost his right arm on a Baghdad highway
That’s one hell of a price to pay fighting for America
Gardens of stone and dinosaur bones
When they all come back home what will they find?
What will they find?
I dreamed I went back to the Promised Land
I went down to the crossroads and I shook the Devil’s hand
When I woke up I found my self sifting through the sand
And I wondered what was the plan, for America?
For America, for America