[admoney]
i know you all just wanna hear some, mellow laid back something
for the
heart
you know what iand'm saying
that good old american pride
[scotty edge]
well iand'm american this iand'm american that
from the cold water flat and my emigrant cap
never turn your back cause these colours donand't run
when itand's time to go to war you better man them guns
cause the older the fiddle the sweeter the tune
i ainand't no senators son born with no silver spoon
itand's the first man on the moon
donand't like it donand't stay
itand's the good oland' lordz of brookln from the u-s of a
[chorus]
iand'm a lord, lord to the day that i die
a real man drives a chevy, drinks a bud when heand's dry
taste the whole apple pie, cause the limits the sky
iand'm a lord to the day that i die
lordz of brooklyn to the day that i die
iand'm a lord to the day that i die
lordz of brooklyn to the day that i die
[admoney]
well iand'm american and yo iand'll die for the pride
itand's the star spangled ban-ner right in your eye
here to serve your ass with some straight up grass
right out the still hit you hard real fast
put down my cloddy letand's get it on
put up your dukes iand'm gonna drop that bomb
iand'm not here to teach but to speak upon a lesson
raise my flag high put my hand on my chest
and the gun on my back and iand'm off to the war
to settle the score
right or wrong
hereand's to the men lost in vietnam
this one goes out to my sis and my mom
[chorus]
[kaves]
once upon a time in america
real men drove a chevy not an acura
do you think youand're tough i might laugh at ya
cause my aim is quite spectacular
[scotty edge]
well itand's the blue collar, barber shop pallor
i trust in god like the almighty dollar
we be taking a stand like the quiet man
an american band weand're coming to your land
with some proud about our past shit
some hard working class shit
on sunday go to mass and on monday kick your ass shit
from sea to frigging sea weand're being all we can be
i said a tree grows in brooklyn itand's about a family
my mother out the window hanging clothes on the line
my father on the job who never crossed the picket line
my crew in the joint who gotta fight to do their time
if you listen to the words then youand'll understand the rhyme
[chorus]
and'iand'm a lord to the day that i die
lordz of brooklyn to the day that i dieand'
