Not For Sale
There’s a trail of blood
Back through the sacred halls of history
Follow it back to where our fathers fought and died
Across the waves see the crosses on the hillside
On the wind hear their voices as they cry
We’ve got to get back
To the faith of our fathers
And find our way back
To the Liberty Bell
And never forget that ol’ flag
And all she stands for
It’s time to rise up and say
“This country’s not for sale!”
She’s not for sale
From Valley Forge they’re callin’
Not for sale
From Gettysburg they cry
From Belleauwood to the battle for Fallujah
She’s not for sale no, not at any price
There was a time
When we all stood together
There was a time
When by fire we were tried
But we lost our way
And it’s a way that cost so dearly
It’s not too late
To saddle up and ride
We’ve got to get back
To the faith of our fathers
And find our way back
To the Liberty Bell
And never forget
That ol’ flag and all she stands for
It’s time to tell Washington
“My country’s not for sale!”
From the Alamo hear ’em call
To the sands of Iwo Jima
From Normandy hear ’em cry
To that Chossen Reservoir
Back to Battan
To the muddy Mekong Delta
From the Helmand Province
To the Solomon’s bloody shores
They cry
We’ve got to get back
To the faith of our fathers
Written by R.W. and Lisa Hampton – ©June 2010
Hampton’s Cimarron Sounds, BMI
R.W. is in the process of recording this song as well as another, “Hell in a Helmet” with the proceeds to be donated to a Wounded Warrior program close to his heart.
If you are interested in contributing to this cause please contact the Hamptons at rw@rwhamton(dot)com or call their office in New Mexico 1-800-392-0822.
To see R.W.’s Youtube Version of this song recorded on his porch at Clearview Ranch right after the song was written click here: