Eagles Over Firearms

(yeah) From the quiet woods of northern Maine

To the open deserts on the Texas plain

Three hundred million hear the iron bell ring

Every hand on the trigger,

let the metal sing

Yeah we got the cold steel waiting on the rack

And the sound of a engine ready to attack

(oh yeah)

Under the eagle soaring high in the sun

Where the freedom is guarded by the barrel of a gun Got

our boots on the ground and our liberty

won

Three hundred million strong under the sun

(sing it loud!)

We got iron in the valley,

target ranges in the West

In every single county we are putting it to the test

There's a firing line clicking on a Saturday night

Underneath the wide open starry light

Coast to coast, every town,

every street

Three hundred million strong and we never retreat (no we don't!) Under

the eagle soaring high in the sun

Where the freedom is guarded by the barrel of a gun Got

our boots on the ground and our

liberty won

Three hundred million strong under the

sun (yeah!)

Just a proud

nation standing on our own ground (mm-mmh)