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Big Country Ships

He stood in the storm, carved out in stone He said I've worn my honesty with pride in everything I've done So where were you when my ship went down

, no more big city Shake it, no brights lights, no more big city Shake it, no brights lights, no more big city Shake it, no brights lights, no more big

shoulders Cause it gets much colder, it rains in the winter Where I live so I entered the I-5 Just like this movie big Trip?where five drive Across the country

no knock on the door A patriot for his country, warnings that he chose to ignore Smug politicians and movie stars all pose so tragically hip Rearranging furniture on this sinking ship

story I just wanna go hit the local bar Where the owner's fat and smoke cigars Where country girls attracted me Seems like everybody works in a factory Where they ship

crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia. The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship

sweatshop wage Keeping foreign labor in an economical cage They've created the incentive to ship the jobs out of this country Making Americans more receptive

BE NO COUNTRY MUSIC THERE WON'T BE NO ROCK 'N' ROLL 'CAUSE WHEN THEY TAKE AWAY OUR COUNTRY THEY'LL TAKE AWAY OUR SOUL There won't be no country music

, the crippled, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And when the ship