GET OUT OF THE COUNTRY, BOY

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Well, American life used to be laid back,
Long as you weren't Mexican or Jewish or Black,
Or looked like someone who came from Iraq,
Was a hell of a country, boy

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You could get a shoeshine for a couple of quarters,
Didn't have no womenfolk givin' us no orders,
Only prairie dogs came sneakin' cross the borders,
What a time in the country, boy!

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Well, we owned all the cops and the judges and mayors,
There weren't no smartmouth jive talkin' players,
But now everything is gettin' gayer and gayer...
What's wrong with the country, boy?

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Well, the job market seems to get flatter and flatter,
The good ol' boys get fatter and fatter,
All ya hear is chatter 'bout whose lives matter,
Get out of the country, boy.

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It looks like the immigrants are gonna take it all,
They're takin' all our jobs which takes a lot of gall,
Probably end up paying 'em to build the damn wall,
Get out of the country, boy.

(chorus)
Things are so bad now, it spreads like a virus,
I miss the old days when they used to admire us,
And the only ones we fought with were the dirty, stinking Irishhhhh!
Whew Lord, I miss that old country, boy!