American Idol

Daddy was a good man
He taught me wrong from right
Worked full time with his cancer
Knowing God’s grace would get us by

When he'd come home from work
He’d always set me on his knee
He'd say “Son, love your country
and protect your family”

He’d charged burning buildings
Fought the war in ‘73
And I knew from that day on
He’s who I wanted to be…

An American Idol
Standing strong in his faith,
Don’t need a million people,
To show him the way
He can’t dance like a pop star
Can’t sing a song in tune
He’s an American Idol
Red white and blue, for me and you

Now mama’s gone back to work
The late shift every night
Serving dinner to the locals
With some coffee and her friendly smile

Daddy’s sickness came back strong
And so did the bills
And now every little tip
Goes to paying for the pills

She’s dead on her feet
But never looks for sympathy
And to me she represents
All I want to be

An American Idol
Stands up for what is right
Don’t need to hear the crowd roar
In the bright spotlight
She never dyed her hair
No crazy tattoos
She’s an American Idol
Red white and blue, for me and you

From up here on the stage
Looking back at me
Are everyday American Idols
Defining who I want to be

You’re an American Idol
Stand up for what is right
You don’t need to hear the crowd roar
In the bright spotlight
Don’t need to dye your hair
Don’t have to sing in tune
To be American Idols
Red white and blue, for me and you

Written by Dave Tough & Justin Busch © 2007
Contact: Dave Tough * 5801 Tee Pee Trace * Cane Ridge, Tennessee
615.554.6693 www.davetough.com