Take a walk through a company town
On what used to be golden ground
Where nobody was ever going to get sized down
Pledging Allegiance
The dollars pulled up and headed south
Taking the food out of baby's mouths
In Mexico they don't complain as loud
Pledging Allegiance
We can send a man to walk upon the moon
We can march him down the street armed with a broom
We can give him a gun and teach him how to shoot
We can teach him to shoot
A hundred and thirty will fry an egg
Take the skin right off your leg
A sidewalk's still the place to beg
Pledging Allegiance
Between the lines of the starts and stripes
The fine print says you have some rights
To a steam grate on the coldest night
Pledging Allegiance
© 2000 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Words and music by Michael Veitch
14 Oriole Drive, Woodstock, NY 12498 (845)679-1108
MVEITCH@aol.com