A Kind of Hunger

After all the corks are shot
 And I'll stand up next to you
 As my hand falls off my chest
 Sending out secret signals and cues
 A base coach signin' out what to do
 Sense 'em out here calling your name
 Heaven help me, this timing's to blame
 Horween steerhide's my patriot color
 Hail to the Chief is such a pitiful number
 While you're downtown just counting the hours
 I'll be red and white and blue
 Doing what it takes to pay my dues
 Roman candles saluting you
 The first time I climbed in your truck
 Heard Kid Smoke on the stereo
 I knew from then that was it
 You really got me now, you really got me
 Heard it first in the passenger seat
 Something special, something sugary sweet
 Fourth of July, but you're in Tennessee
 Horween steerhide's my patriot color
 Hail to the Chief is such a pitiful number
 While you're downtown just counting the hours
 I'll be red and white and blue
 Doing what it takes to pay my dues
 Roman candles saluting you
 USA all the way to the parking lot
 Call in sick don't you get caught now
 Firebomb on the water, take a picture quick
 Make this one to last more than a minute
 USA all the way to the parking lot
 Call in sick don't you get caught now
 Firebomb on the water, take a picture quick
 Make this one to last more than a minute