Ian Hunter

Hunter
The Alamo shuddered, Pearl Harbour as well
The Statue of Liberty wept as they fell
And echoes were heard in the Liberty Bell
When they came for the soul of America.
And the Manhattan skyline
Blew my mind the first time
We went down to the scene of the crime
Lookin' for the soul of America
Yeah, lookin' for the soul, lookin' for the soul.
I don't see no Washington taking the strain
No Jefferson, Adams, Franklin or Paine
And that sure ain't Geronimo running the game
Protecting the soul of America.
Just them wild boys, red, white and blue
Wild boys gotta see the mission through
Come hell or high water, my hat's off to you
Let's rock the soul of America
Oh, let's rock the soul, let's rock the soul.
Yeah, you can find souls all over this world
Lay underneath the stones of insanity
Yeah, you can find souls all over the globe
Except in the places they oughta be.
The sins of the fathers revisit the sons
The toil of tradition, the roar of the guns
It's a God awful job but it's gotta be done