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Lost in America

Israel Nash
Lingua: Inglese


Israel Nash


I scare Suzie, Mom, and Dad
Every time the screen door slams
Not been sleeping much at night
Keep seeing those same things over and over in my mind
I'll get my wheels back on the track
Thinking this week maybe the week after that

I'll find me a good paying job that buys me just a little bit more
As far as I see I 've got to work a little bit more
Oh I need to work it on out
Need to work it on out

It was God and country, cash in hand
For a one-way ticket off to them far east blowing sands
I won't forgive and I can't forget
All that I saw and those things that I did

Thought I'd find me a way to put the
Past behind me, it's a part of me now
Far as I see got to work a little bit more
Oh I need to work it on out
Need to work it on out

My brother Ron looked up to me
Now he comes by the apartment twice a week
Just to make sure that I'm doing ok
I think it's time for me to leave
Get on off the grid and outside this society
So I moved into the wild
In an issue tent far out in the jungles of Hawaii

Where I won't be found
Living in and out of the battle sounds
Giving life and blood to become
Just another one Lost In America
Just another one Lost In America

Under spacious skies
And purple mountain high
On the other side
Of the stars and stripes
I'm your favorite son
Lost In America



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