Fight for Your Country

let me tell you a story

it won’t be long:

i traveled all over the world

saw many countries many lands

in many places i stayed for long

got respect and felt like home

but there was my gipsy heart...

it never let me stay

t for tennessee

d for donegal

paris texas in a desert storm

beautiful girl with a southern accent

i had to let her go

because of my gipsy heart...

it never let me stay

you gotta fight for your right...

to have your country anywhere...

the end of the story is pretty simple

i took the rest of my money

bought a horse

and rode him home

and now...

i feel like stranger in home town...

like a stranger in my own home town