| There’s homeless on the streets of every city
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| Big city crime in every little town
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| There’s people makin' money off of Jesus
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| And taxes draggin' everybody down
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| There’s politicians, kinda stretchin' the truth
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| And farmers are gettin', pulled up by their roots
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| And pushers tellin' little kids, high’s the only way (Bull)
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| Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
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| It’s true we’ve got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
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| And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
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| But you won’t see those refugees, headin' the other way
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| Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
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| But there’s a million happy homes for every homeless
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| And opportunity still knocks on every door
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| Our younger generation’s really shinin'
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| Much brighter than they’ve ever shined before
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| We’ve got the right, to vote our leaders in Yeah, and we’ve got the right, to vote them out again
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| And we’re all free, to speak our mind, and not get locked away
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| Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
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| It’s true we’ve got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
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| And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
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| But you won’t see those refugees, headin' the other way
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| Welcome, to the U.S.A. today
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| Oh, welcome to, the U.S.A. today |