THERE'S A WHISTLE IN THE WIND
AS MY TURBO PLAYS AGAIN
THAT SAME OLE LONESOME HIGHWAY SONG
AND THE ASPHALT UNDERNEATH
THESE 18 WHEELS ROLLING ME
HARMONIZES RIGHT ALONG
AND THE JOINTS IN THAT OLD CONCRETE BRIDGE
SOMEHOW KEEPS PERFECT TIME
TO THIS SONG THAT RUNS THROUGH MY MIND
JUST FOR THE RUNNING KIND
THAT'S THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE
WE'RE DAMN PROUD TO LET IT RING
CAUSE WE KEEP THIS COUNTRY ROLLING
FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA
FROM THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF ALBUQUERQUE
CROSS THOSE SMOKEY MOUNTAINS HIGH
TO THE BLACK HILLS OF SOUTH DAKOTA
ON OUT ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE
FROM THAT WHITE VAIL TO COLORADO
TO THE LAND OF THE SEMINOLES
ON UP NORTH TO NEW YORK CITY
WHERE THE FLAME OF LIBERTY GLOWS
LET FREEDOM SING
OH, LET FREEDOM SING
THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE
MOMS AND DADS; SONS AND DAUGHTERS
GRANDMAS AND GRANDFATHERS
WE ALL BLEED RED AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS
WE'RE ONE BIG FAMILY
IT'S THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE
WE'RE DAMN PROUD TO LET IT RING
CAUSE WE KEEP THIS COUNTRY ROLLING
FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA
FROM THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF ALBUQUERQUE
CROSS THOSE SMOKEY MOUNTAINS HIGH
TO THE BLACK HILLS OF SOUTH DAKOTA
ON OUT ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE
FROM THAT WHITE VAIL TO COLORADO
TO THE LAND OF THE SEMINOLES
ON UP NORTH TO NEW YORK CITY
WHERE THE FLAME OF LIBERTY GLOWS
LET FREEDOM SING
OH, LET FREEDOM SING
THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE
THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE
THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE