Come Home, America
We’re crossing seas in search of dragons
And other beasts to slay
Come home, America
Time to discover our own way
Solving other people’s problems
Is an errand meant for fools
Come home, America
It ain’t our job to make the rules
Dropping drones on wedding parties
Ain’t the best way to make friends
Come home, America
We have better gifts to send
Puffy, pasty pundits send
Our youngsters off to die
Come home, America
Before our nation is bled dry
We’re blowing up other countries
Instead of fixing up our own
Come home, America
Time to cast away the stones
We have so much to offer
But we ain’t the world’s cop
Come home, America
This madness has to stop
Decline and dissolution
Don’t have to be our fate
Come home, America
I hope it’s not too late
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics, peace, protest songs, War
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