I work my forty hour week and always earn my keep
I try to walk proud and tall
Keepin' my head up high, so I don't get behind
And I don't back down at all
Well my neck's a little RED, my pride is WHITE, and my collar's BLUE
I sip a bit of coffee, and like to drink my booze
'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I drive a pickup truck and I don't pass the buck
And as an American I ALWAYS speak my mind
I'm hooked on DVR, Facebook, and B.C.'s
But I know how to have a good time
I'm always a little bit rowdy yet somewhat tame
Buddy, there ain't no way I'm ever gonna change
'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
'Cause I'm an all American country boy
Well I must admit with age, that I've mellowed a bit
Father Time will slow you down
I'm still doin' everything I used to do
It just takes me a little longer now
'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm my daddy's spittin' image and my mama's pride and joy
There ain't nothing down home that I really don't enjoy
'Cause I'm an all American country boy
I'm just a country boy
A good ol' country boy

Alan Jackson All American Country Boy lyrics tribute

Pink "Dear Mr. President" Lyrics Tribute Spoof About CEO's (Pink feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with us.
Let's pretend we're just one nation under God and
You're not better than us.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the jobless people on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the children of those victims cry?
How do you dream when your executives cause so many dreams to die?
How do you walk with your head held up high?
Can you even look their families in the eye?
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you go to work
While future's are left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of leader would take his own employee's rights away?
And what kind of leader keeps giving pink slips away?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've fallen a long way from that first executive office day.

How do you sleep while the rest of those families cry?
How do you dream when your executives cause so many dreams to die?
How do you walk with your head held up high?
Can you look any of them in the eye?
And tell them your multi-millions were not the reason why?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your nest again after the corporate GREED took it away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You all don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How does your conscience sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

Pink "Dear Mr. President" Lyrics Tribute Spoof About CEO's
(Pink feat. Indigo Girls)