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It's strange for me to write a song when I know so many will hate the song--and I suppose will hate me, too. Every song is imperfect in some way, shape or fashion. As Robert Frost once wrote: "I am well-acquainted with the night..." We are living a dark chapter in the story of America. I am am just trying to be real to who I am and what is going on. Thanks for watching--and share if you can. LYRICS Forty Years Republican ~Ordinary American I’m an ordinary American. I grew up blue in the promised land— Two tours in Vietnam, Then forty years Republican. I worked the mills just outside town. They paid enough to keep me around; Drinking every night with the same old clowns Until Alisha came, and she calmed me down. Me and Alecia, we had a good life; Most of the kids turned out alright. Our youngest, Sally—full of spit and fight, Got called to the Lord on a Sunday night. I’ve done some good and I’ve done some wrong; I wake up nights fighting Viet Cong. I cry sometimes since Alicia’s gone; I dream she’s holding me in her arms. I’m an ordinary American. I grew up blue in the promised land— Two tours in Vietnam, Then forty years Republican. I still drive my old Ram pickup truck. I sold the house because my pension sucks. I buy scratch tickets when I’m out of luck. When I saw the news, I said, “What the fuck?”…. I’m still an ordinary American— No longer Republican. I can’t sit down when I need to stand When government squads kill an innocent man— And a mother in her car trying to drive away From a masked iceman on a frozen day— Pumping bullets in her face just to make her pay For speaking her voice the American way. We are ordinary Americans On a Minnesota street in a messed-up land— Thousands marching hand in hand Bringing us back our promised land. Wake up, America! Heed the call! Ice ain’t shooting no musket balls. Stand up strong and stand up tall— Stand together for on and all. I’m an ordinary American. I grew up blue in the promised land— Two tours in Vietnam, Then forty years Republican. I’m fighting now in another war, But now I know what I’m fighting for….