Goodbye Joe - Tom MacDonald

America is goin' woke, the streets are full of fire and smoke
This ain't the way I thought it would be
The White House full of evil folks, Americans ain't free no more
They don't respect folks like you and me (oh, woah-oh)
The way we're treated ain't been fair, fake news on every TV
Four years we've been in this nightmare while they killed American dreams
We can't afford our lives here, rent, food and gasoline
These colors don't run, and I'm only warnin' once, buddy, don't tread on me

I won't forget the ones who died for our freedom
And I ain't gonna hand it back (no, no, no)
If liberty and justice ain't enough to believe in
Then get outta here and don't look back (go, go, go)

We love our home, and if you don't pack your bags, you're free to go
Don't let the big door hit you where the good lord split ya, wave goodbye to Joe
We love our land, if you ain't fans, buddy we'll help you pack your bags
Don't let the big door hit you where the good lord split ya, burn someone else's flag

America is losin' hope, divided by the way we vote
This ain't the way that this all should be
We're fightin' over memes and jokes, they're burnin' flags that we hold close
They think that war's only overseas (oh, woah-oh)
The way we're painted ain't been fair, so what, you don't know me
You got somethin' to say, well I'm right here, thank us for the freedom of speech
You'd like to claim I don't care 'cause I ain't gonna bend no knee
These colors don't run, and I'm only warnin' once, buddy don't tread on me

I won't forget the ones who died for our freedom
And I ain't gonna hand it back (no, no, no)
If liberty and justice ain't enough to believe in
Then get outta here and don't look back (go, go, go)

We love our home and if you don't pack your bags, you're free to go
Don't let the big door hit you where the good lord split ya, wave goodbye to Joe
We love our land, if you ain't fans, buddy we'll help you pack your bags
Don't let the big door hit you where the good lord split ya, burn someone else's flag

If you look close you'll see America (oh, oh, oh)
She don't look quite like she did (oh, oh, oh)
This ain't the country that our parents loved (oh, oh, oh)
But I still hear her on the wind (oh, oh, oh)

We love our home and if you don't pack your bags, you're free to go
Don't let the big door hit you where the good lord split ya, wave goodbye to Joe
We love our land, if you ain't fans, buddy we'll help you pack your bags
Don't let the big door hit you where the good lord split ya, burn someone else's flag