Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Hey Mr. President

Hey Mr. President
I don't think I'd want your job
I can barely handle the simple one I got

Hey Mr. President
How cool is Air Force One?
Are those guys in the House and the Senate
Ever gonna get anything done?

I ain't no Democrat
I ain't no Republican
We're fathers and mothers
We're wives and husbands
And we pray
That we dance at our daughters' weddings
And our sons grow to fine men
And for peace on our land.

Hey Mr. President
How 'bout that money I sent?
Must take a lot of pork barrels
To run the government

Hey Mr. President
Our kids in the Middle East
I guess you gotta fight sometimes
To find a way to keep the peace

I ain't no Democrat
I ain't no Republican
We're fathers and mothers
Sisters and brothers, wives and husbands
And we pray
That we dance at our daughters' weddings
And our sons grow to fine men
And for peace on our land.

I cannot imagine how hard it must be
To tell some soldier's mother
That he died for their country
Mr. President
Won't you thank her for me

Hey Mr. President
Do you ever feel alone
Surrounded by all those ghosts
In the White House
That you wish you could move back home?

We ain't just Democrats
We ain't just Republicans
It's all-for-one
And one-for-all
We're all Americans
And we pray
That we see our children's children
And our sons grow to old men
And for peace, yeah, peace, on our land.

Hey Mr. President.....

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