(...) It should be a (...) Who kept them all in green and red Should not be allowed to be free 'Cause this land of mine beats still The place would rise above us To tear your roots up out the earth And man-made fruits don't (...) Ah, good country, seeds above us Kiss this child and he'll surely wake up I don't care if I don't wake up You'll kiss me and I'll surely wake up Ah, good country, trees above us Mountain lions gonna surely wake up Child won't fret if he does wake up You'll see me and we'll surely make up