There’s a buzzin’ on the rise
Over the hills outside of town
Soon the drones will fill the skies
Too many to shoot them down
They say there here for you
So please don’t shoot
It doesn’t matter either way
I just want to know the truth
There’s a flag up on my porch
Been there nearly 20 years
Remember back 2004
Sunday paper shedding tears
They print the names of those
Who died for us
The congressmen they never died
In Washington I cannot trust
And there’s a wind it’s blowing across the plain
And no philosopher kings in sight
And we should let some of their fellows hang
Put them under water and make things right
And maybe today will be our day
And we the people will find a way
There’s man outside my door
Says he’s here to count my guns
When we’ve tallied up the score
What freedom have we won?
He says they’ll pick us up
When we are weak
When my freedom is at stake
I can’t turn the other cheek
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I’ve got a garden out in back
I don’t pay them much mind
Not a thing we need we lack
Little Katie’s growing fine
Sometimes I feel that they
Have gone too far
They better never come and try
To take away my old guitar
They’ll be hanging tight and high
If they ever go that far