It's paradise near the Texas skyway down an old dirt road
across that mile on county line.
You can feel it in your soul and in the sole of your boots.
You can tell this place got roots.
In the Lord we trust, you can feel the love
in every acre of this land.
Your angry strong and honest work,
they sure go hand in hand.
It's been family faith in God since 1909.
Whoa,
long as green grass grows,
rain keeps falling and the sun shines cold.
Whoa,
keep us in your arms.
God bless America in 44 forms.
It's the kind of place somebody waves to a stranger passing by.
The kind of place old glory waves in the wind 365.
And we'll pass them pastures down till the Lord comes back to town.
Whoa,
long as green grass grows,
rain keeps falling and the sun shines cold.
Whoa,
keep us in your arms.
God bless America in 44 forms.
Yeah,
44 forms.
Whoa,
long as green grass grows, rain keeps falling
and the sun shines cold.
Whoa,
keep us in your arms.
God bless America.
Whoa,
long as green grass grows,
rain keeps falling and the sun shines cold.
Whoa,
keep us in your arms.
God bless America in 44 forms.
Yeah,
44 forms.
Yeah,
44 forms.
God bless America in 44 forms.