"It's America" by Rodney Atkins (Angelo/Brett James)

1st Verse

Drivin' down the street today
I saw a sign for lemonade
They were the cutest kids
I'd ever seen in this front yard
As they handed me my glass
Smilin' thinkin' to myself
Man, what a picture-perfect postcard
This would make of America

Chorus

It's a high school prom
It's a Springsteen song
It's a ride in a Chevrolet
It's a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
And kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms
It's open arms
One nation under God
It's America

2nd Verse

Later on when I got home
I flipped the TV on
I saw a little town
That some big twister tore apart
And people came from miles around
Just to help their neighbors out
And I was thinkin' to myself
I'm so glad that I live in America

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge

Now we don't always get it all right
There's no place else I'd rather build my life

Tag Chorus

'Cause it's a kid with a chance
It's a rock-n-roll band
It's a farmer cuttin' hay
It's a big flag flyin'
In the summer wind
Over a fallen hero's grave
It's a high school prom
It's a Springsteen song
It's a welcome home parade, yeah
It's a man on the moon
And fireflies in June
And kids sellin' lemonade
It's cities and farms
It's open arms
One nation under God
It's America
Oh, it's America
Oh oh, yeah, whoa



   "These Are My People" by Rodney Atkins (Rivers Rutherford/Dave Berg)

1st Verse

Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks
Shootin' BB's at ol' beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike
Somebody lifted off 'a his old man
We were football flunkies
Southern rock junkies
Crankin' up the stereos
Singin' loud and proud to 'Gimme Three Steps'
'Simple Man' and 'Curtis Lowe'
We were good 'ya know'

2nd Verse

Got some discount knowledge at the Junior College
Where we majored in beer and girls
It was all real funny 'til we ran outta money
And they threw us out into the world
Yeah, the kids that thought they'd run this town
Ain't a'runnin' much'a anythang
Just lovin' and laughin' and bustin' our backs
And we call it all 'livin' the dream'

Chorus

(And) these are my people
This is where I come from
We're givin' this life
Everything we've got and then some
It ain't always pretty
But it's real
It's the way we were made
Wouldn't have it any other way (ah, naw)
These are my people (yeah, whoo)

3rd Verse

Well, we take it all week
On the chin with a grin
'Til we make it to a Friday night
And it's church league softball
Holler 'bout a bad call
Preacher breakin' up the fight
And later on at the Green Light Tavern
Well, everybody's gatherin' as friends
And the beer's a'pourin' 'til Monday mornin'
And we start it all over again

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge

We fall down
And we get up
We walk proud
And we talk tough
And we got heart
And we got nerve
And even if we are a bit disturbed
Whoo, come on

(Repeat Chorus)



   "Watching You" by Rodney Atkins (Rodney Atkins/Steve Dean/Brian Gene White)

1st Verse

Drivin' through town just my boy and me
With a 'Happy Meal' in his booster seat
Knowin' that he couldn't have the toy
'Til his nuggets were gone

2nd Verse

A green traffic light turned straight to red
I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath
His fries went a'flyin'
And his orange drink covered his lap

Pre Chorus

Well, then my four-year old said a four-letter word
It started with 's' and I was concerned
So I said, 'Son, now where'd 'ya learn to talk like that'

1st Chorus

He said, 'I been a'watchin' you
Dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo
I wanna be like you
And eat all my food
And grow as tall as you are
We got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah, we're just alike, hey ain't we, Dad
I wanna do everything you do
S'I been watchin' you'

3rd Verse

We got back home, and I went to the barn
I bowed my head, and I prayed real hard
Said, 'Lord, please help me help my stupid self'

4th Verse

And this side'a bed time later that night
Turnin' on my son's Scooby-Doo night light
He crawled outta bed, and he got down on his knees

Pre Chorus

He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
Spoke to God like he was talkin' to a friend
And I said, 'Son, now where'd 'ya learn to pray like that'

2nd Chorus

He said, 'I been a'watchin' you
Dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo
I wanna be like you
And eat all my food
And grow as tall as you are
We like fixin' thangs and holdin' mama's hand
Yeah, we're just alike, hey ain't we, Dad
I wanna do everything you do
S'I been watchin' you'

Bridge

With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug
Said, 'My little bear is growin' up'
And he said, 'But when I'm big
I'll still know what to do'

Tag Chorus

''Cause I been a'watchin' you
Dad, ain't that cool
I'm your buckaroo
I wanna be like you
And eat all my food
And grow as tall as you are
Aw, then I'll be strong as Superman
We'll be just alike, hey won't we, Dad
When I can do everything you do
'Cause I been watchin' you'
Hey, yeah, uh huh



   "If You're Going Through Hell" by Rodney Atkins (Sam Tate/Annie Tate/Dave Berg)

1st Verse

Well, you know those times
When you feel like
There's a sign there on your back
Says, 'I don't mind if you kick me'
'Seems like everybody has'
Things go from bad to worse
You think they can't get worse than that
And then they do

2nd Verse

You step off the straight and narrow
And you don't know where you are
Use the needle of your compass
To sew up your broken heart
Ask directions from a genie
In a bottle of Jim Beam
And she lies to you
That's when you learn the truth

1st Chorus

If you're goin' through hell
Keep on goin'
Don't slow down
If you're scared, don't show it
You might get out
'Fore the devil even knows you're there

3rd Verse

Well, I been deep down in that darkness
I been down to my last match
Felt a hundred different demons
Breathin' fire down my back
And I knew that if I stumbled
I'd fall right into the trap
That they were layin'
Yeah

4th Verse

But the good news is there's angels
Everywhere out on the street
Holdin' out a hand to pull you
Back up on your feet
The ones that you been draggin' for so long
You're on your knees
You might as well be prayin'
Guess what I'm sayin'

(Repeat 1st Chorus)

2nd Chorus

Yeah, if you're goin' through hell
Keep on movin'
Face that fire
Walk right through it
You might get out
'Fore the devil even knows you're there (ooh)
(Yeah, ooh, oh)

(Chorus Out)

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